I’ve been building a volcano
In the basement of my navel
Stuck a straw into the sun
Sucked some light into my lungs
Love made a wick out of my tongue

Hate is a puzzle
One look and I saw double
Fear is a riddle
That made my bones brittle
Love is a wand
One wave, the riddle’s gone

There’s a field of flowers pushing
Through the tissue in the torso
Love dropped that seed into my wound
Step up, my chest is gonna bloom
You should get a whiff of this perfume



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Razor-sharp improv. Lurking amid the minutiae of his observations on life and the Universe are some startling insights. Davis pulls off the most elusive of party tricks...Even the gods were grinning.

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