Here's the man with teeth like God's shoeshine, he shimmers, glistens, shines. Curly hair that implies the Great Beyond and loops forward in time. Kicks a bit as he sleeps in dreams, punches the pillow, what's comfortable anyway; down his nose slopes greater significance like cans of soup, lovely like chicken broth, what's vegetables anyway; and chomps on his lip, lower lip bleeds a bit, lovely like tomato soup its the metal that makes up time. Here's the man in night-time boots every night glimmer, glisten, shine. Curly hair that signifies greater things, a comfortable kick in his eye.