Airplanes fly out of your nose down onto earth. Airplanes are not angels. My angel puts me to sleep. I try to be kind and not alienate her because I love my sleep. I love you and my father. My father bitches about the jokers in congress. He says to me you are beautiful, don't cry, change the oil in your car. He calls and says many things to me over the course of a week because he is nervous and likes to talk. You don't say anything. I dream your kind father finger strum out the beat of my heart, rubbing my neck so I sleep easier. People run through black nights with gouged out eyes looking for you. My father and I love and forsake and love again. Did you teach us that? People hand you their eye balls saying My Lord, love me again. And I guess you do love them again. You say my precious child and strum their heart beat for them. Your love is strange and that's why there are many different things on this earth. Your strange love is everything.