Come on, where are you?
Why do you tease me?
Comma where are you?
I'm pleased to meet you
What can you teach me?
Black kites at night, they make me nervous
So very nervous
Comma where are you now?
It's just to tease you
Black kites take flight at night, they aim to please you
Take aim and please you
Red kits pink on the surface
Now comma where are you?
Carved in trees, written in leaves,
signed in piss, trust me, we've seen it
We're searching the pockets out
It's for recreation
Just recreation
It's under the parachutes
It's new recreation
Death in a pocket size tucked in a pocket
while they place flags out on every surface
What's to touch?
What's to see?
What's to smell?
What's to feel?
What's to hear?
What's to taste?
What's to sense?
What's to make?
What's to leave?
What's to take?
What's to count if you don't learn our names?