A unsettling [for some young viewers] yet joyful story about tampons

Once upon a car trip, 2 weeks ago yesterday, Tom Waits tells me this idea for a new company he wants to start up.
He says, "Ok, so its a tampon company"
"i like it already", I say.
He further explains;"The tampons have smiley faces on them or various other expressions of joy."
I start to get excited about the idea and offer "The slogan should be: 'fit for the child within'..."
Tom blurts over the top of me and says "I've thought of a name already"

I breath in real quick and say "Yeah!?"

And he says"It shall be called: I can't believe I'm not pregnant".

The End.

and in the dusty afternoon, driving homewards, I found God.

packet about the size of a guinea pig

I'm dying, itching, on the edge of my teeth, fanging, over eager, excited, yearning, needing to
yell "I love you"
so loud that it travels over my retaining wall,
up the road,
through the lights and the park,
climbs over your fences,
bounces on your trampoline
and like a catapult,
flies into your open window;
landing with a soft thud in your lap.

Wooden Spaceship

Lets search for some celestial
Lets hang a cage up in the stars
And when you lean in close to kiss me
The moons of Jupiter explode
Sending thousand year old muses
Up the passage of our noses
Let us breath in all the ghosts
And exhale cities size of fingernails
We are in our celestial womb, up in the universal ceiling.
I say: "We'd need an extraterrestrial spider to give us his thread,
To suspend our belief that high"
He says: "close your eyes and let the darkness be your nighttime"
Curl in close in your wooden cocoon,
Let your eyelashes meet
Let a small boy make comet sounds on the outside
And voyage your wooden spaceship to the moon

A sphere

A sphere of orbing electrics
Is making its way
Towards my palm