i'm kind of scared of those cogs
spinning like circular saws
above my head
itself like a cog or
saw blade

my hand is to my chin
hmmm
i say
hmmm

maybe those cogs
flying
like birds in the movie The Birds
yeah maybe they're
yes
latent ideas
all ready for
hmmm
my head's cog's teeth
to fit into
yeah like they're
this spinning energy field of
- how shall we say -
cognition
and the safety's off,
they're whirring like flying saucers
come down from space
only to buff my almost bald head
only to make me shine

hmmm
i say and scratch my chin
i don't seem to have any neck