The tigers are bleeding deeper
and deeper into the scenery
and she continues to capsulate
every itch that I've never scratched

Red Christmas skull wrapped in a
dirty box
The mega-gift awaits

And to a halt I come
screeching
It was just another
fawn in the deadlights

Blue-green acid shot from flowers
as I entered you lair
The earth held it's breath
but continued to spin

Bull snout on a seductive face
I watched her take it
To the point of feeling sorry
but excited by her pain
She's just finishing now
What number are you?
they asked me

Hesitating to answer the five
thumbless blind maids that stood in a circle
around her
I wiped the dust from my eyes
gulped and replied

I'm next
I'm Felix Rochester
and I've come here all the way from Pasadena


Is she malleable? Does she take well to
thinly sliced cold cuts?
Are there late fees?
Will she lye dead under my bed
blue wrapped in plastic positioned
on her side
so that she can see the mirror
and the mirror can see her?

The only reason I'm fucking
you is to burn enough calories
to look good this summer

06/01/2008

Posted on 06/01/2008
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