melodic condescending puncture wounds.
hypnotic swivel hips bursting back like
fester pops.

we eat the nuke you lust-ache my hard ten show all the world.

were duhs sown da lie ka dis
when I am sir ching four them.

read reed red read
it is all the same to me
nothing no thing naw theeng nuh-hin

noose-ah-ching
as the write weeeeeerd. or wurd. word. word. word.

i'm like a kid.
on the first day of kindergarten.
learning a new world.

07/27/2006

Posted on 07/27/2006
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