pee brain
wit the suck shocks
it's advil brand but
it tastes like tylenol cool gels
steel toes on ivory with a woodglow finish
french-fed
double dutch fuck
hop
scotch yes please

And desire is much deeper then pain
and words run out and begin again
because the pen you use to write your prose
was made in some prostetic place
some fabricated factory of waste
that mass produces artillary for words
that no one will read except an opinionated Pathetic few
So drop the pen and use your blood
that you can smear when you fuck up
and even erase with time of course

meathead jargon with hanna-barbera irony
it's really payback for the leather jacket I stole when I was a kid.
Collar popped and the swingers treehouse in full service
She trembled after I felt inside and growing bored of the scenery
I pushed her off the second floor.
She lived

of course.

12/31/2008

Posted on 12/31/2008
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