my ships...

are frozen sticks . they lay stuck to the floor. my wrists and my breasts are bleeding bricks. they don't float anymore.  and my tongue, it's a carbon scroll, doesn't burn anymore. and all my friends are all useless lens, they don't see anymore. and all my chicks are all useless hens, they don't lay anymore.  
and my fists are plastic dice, they're the shape of the sun.  and my love is a long song, gone forevermore.
Gone forevermore, and I like where i live.