We make the grade,
it's a sullen gesture toward never existing
and I can't feel my face when you're near.

A fat town girl
with 3 swollen dry ears,
her tongue slips when it should be removed.

Kiss me Tom Frisk
and the spinning Spanish dancers
klack their clickers in time with the tide.

Speak easy boy
I'm quite softly convinced of this,
you'll eat those words in the morning.

Yet you read on,
still confused and searching for a point. Well,
my cock through your spine and I think you get it.

12/29/2010