Zip-lock bag

Aliens tickle
The night sky
Here
In this place

I ve got time
Captured
In my zip-lock bag
And I ll
Dribble colours
Just for you

My
Pirouetting mongoose
You are
A burning smell
And a
Sneezy envelope

But enough about
You your, you-hats
Lion fingers

Lets contradict
Me for a mighty oak

I have skipping
Stars and comet-drains
For lungs
And a fire
licking liver

A bubbling rumble
Its escalating
Escalators, and
The thought remains

Pretty lady,
Do aliens
Elude
Your zip-lock bag?