Fine, Pretrial so much
you’re not my piano
cassette~!
Pirated in, so
so wait, feet quickly
lumber a holding or
as a converted mass
to off them, those
trying hard to witness
and the next, mental fly
having why talking
so swiftly—[?]
Bird, never meet Winter
much too clearly but
listen to my Morality:
taking into account your
flavor, just two-sheets to
bonk or, stalk another you
bonk as Trill
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I’m colder than
that tongue, canker
a kind of sore
verbal retardant. Faster
around the setting
so that, imagine me
by a Window, concrete
& whiney with
wrath running down
the list, my Hand is
colder than that
handle
the Smell of
you, turns to
wasp me afar, under a
rumpled Finger
fucker & make like
ice, I’m a belaborous
spitshine
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
You, with your Hips
the Face, bleary
clearing, what color
she what isn’t—[?]
to remind you
made, louder the
interior was Good
for you, to say what
isn’t, isn’t necessary
to inverterate the Rates
until further comment
on the Face, flakes as
you Witnessed this
influence of, a careful
bleary Beauty
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Ok, you are the
remake. Courtesy when
dropped or, comment
sticks you with it-------------->blueballs
again—[?] Caught, so you
picture, light makes
matter, my Fat does
step in Time, points
ok, Mr. Barghost, shoulder
in which to lean, older
than Picture: how I’ll
resign to reign in the
middlefat caught waiting
wait, in the common
weight—[?]
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Shit, like a Buick I
runs down damaged
faces: to frown this
mother be the first
filament & stock coerced
how I everlashed, standing
in the Rain, in a Dress got—
got laid behind the lamp
down “Gargling last—[!]”
in the Guggenheim
shit, fine, best on
Stage, when I reproach
pussy playing hooky
boy, you best remember
this
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Momentary—[ily] you’re Jack,
shit-------------->this shit ain’t
anti-depressants—[!] of matters
modern, discrete Schizophrenic
watches my narrative
collapse, in overstock
hardly evolutionary
meat majora
& in all actuality
this is a drag to Ambush—[!]
an Ambush fallacy: I indict
the Bones, push
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Figure, that with against
masters my Machosight
turns, to torn
faster the itching
to Orgasm, so contaminated
silence, justis a Body
colliding into a landscape
of lips, comes to Hair
& quiver, this numbness
belched like jump to
stump, under up slumped
that patient ogling, holding
a Dear or, as collapse this
clicking as within farther
nothing domes more
dominance with
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Stamped, without
notice: ease up on
the Light—[!] patiently
for what comes with
turning lips or angst—[!]
A quick collide within
an Angle, found
dung checking faster than
degrees of ease, inkling
the organized so under
contained, just as the grease
slips past experience like
so another matter of the Egg
smashed a Heart &
Skip, skipped.
