About Nico

Pull of String
My soul is a rabbit hole
That a little girl is falling through
And doesn’t know what to do
And that hole is now in a washtub
And that hole is now in grandmother’s bathing suit
And that hole is now in horizon point where mountain top meets valley bottom
And that hole is now in mother-of-pearl toilet paper guitar of rock and of roll
That’s from a remote control
And the little girl thinks she sees a mole
But it’s an otter swimming through waves of purple wind
And the strings of the wind are signified by the sound of worms moving through
And the little girl thinks
Whose sole hole does this one even belong to?