A DANCEHALL ON PLUTO

plutonic cans filled with pearly tea
you drink up technomusic
like injecting steroids into a violin
the strings grow muscles

and you smile like a dangerous infant
it's the elf with the papershredder teeth
eyes like butterflies caught in lightbulbs
anxiously happy explosions of vowelshaped flowers

the plants with skins of meat swirling
from your topaz arms into a tantric pylon
it's cold outside the dancehall
a dreamless world without oxygen

so stay in and dance
a hole trough the roof of the roof of the roof
you'll be a birthdaypresent
listening to the sliding ribbon inside a box

waiting till some child on earth
discovers you.