Drinking sour whore wine, waiting for the bastard to show up time’s not passing slow enough so I can’t pick its pocket, school of fish drifts through wall to wall, must spend too much time ‘round folks trying to eat’m cuz they close to the ceiling, too far up for me pass my fingers though ‘em for luck and could really use, I need it, scum fucks slipping up my deal already, I’ll torch their village, doggies gonna chew on their charred bones, yeah, slip it in there at the base of the skull, Hells! good slimy shove up, down, get inside to get outside, get tangled up in five directions to break into neg’ space ripping down pride-way of life glistening so greasy tacked on ruined walls, well tea-kettle looks like just you and me, scald myself with your clear bile to know better what inside rains amphibious cock-womb, scarlet neutral crotch stoned before storm plow deep, bell cocks rising with the horizon vibrating in moonlit care of void twaddle fop, scarred hip bone of cow harp melodies rapping ‘gainst my chin as I go down, face knocking stones pain blearing into beats sung sugary under my skull, cracked up flinging over paradise rotting smells better that way, gets you up beyond it’s tickling cunt finger splat sand in my eyes tears and swirls glowing deceptively in patterns, flea bumps into a hurricane, ground up to add spice on top of coven roasted head stump, child plop, cilia wiggle on your skin, up your nose, scream with your teeth, delights heaven hung-over with glass shards dropping from its face cutting down cherished streets and roads ending up in circles, well what else to expect? Don’t polish glass between us just kick hard enough so you won’t mind if it cuts you coming out, I sure hope it slices up other people, a cur can dream of flesh pooling under the cracks, dripping with worms, primping with scales catapulting, wires underneath skin props it up, dawn came in pixilated and no one notices and those who did are delusions clothed in membranes of bacteria seeking shelter, pine trees tell it better than any ghost pelt and slick prick’s up truck ready to take me, that road hits like an asp in the ass, coiled up cold waiting for the angel to pass by, sinking in sharp diagonal sleep-plots, then trampled to death but I’ll sleep with the one I bit tonight, if the sun’s knocked off the table, light rays shatter into grit, I’m rooting for the serpent wearing easter feathers under it’s ten, eleven o’clock eyes, may you swallow rocks and turtles whole and digest in tombs what you read between the dance moves of stars falling down heaving up undigested whisky cyclones burns holes in construction never finished to begin with blooming maggots like candy, strung up to dehydrate so can be rubbed against sulfur gums crying purple for relief of tense flow balls hitting windows and they don’t bounce off, rubanosa teeheelium build-wha? When I saw your face crows flying off with wilted flowers dropped on peasants like bombs and they ran as far, crouched under walls no longer walls, ceilings now flower beds for skeletons, frosted silk keeping inside what digests out of color into piss-white word on frail paper limed under spotless cars rolling against abstract designed to ensnare clear to mean business signs whoa neon get your gums off my suit of soul tattered fuck roped spells juggling spider breathing hoped for child is strangled and broken wearing skin of stuffed animal but he can still be president someday, that cork looks better in eye socket than you do, check, its five in th’morning, take my blood if you’re so worried bitch and let dreams dissect what’s left of sac containing bone beads, indigo, harpsichords, oh ho ho, condom dried onto sidewalk, crust lettered cum moldering pleasure felt from behind so long after, well it unnerves when it comes back from dead saying what you claimed never to forget but wanted never to recall, hat makes you look like priest orifice, blender take this arm in union chunk meat spinning holy matrimony, scratch off and win dog searching for lost tick under floppy ear to be cut off for visual verbal ferocityphilosohy, they gotta cut you for your good and hope-pure, got to be unsoiled so drill in brains to dig out frog eggs left by stupid mother hen when she was baking cookies and forgot you were more than a drawing taped above the room leading to stale fur, hair still clutching skin flakes, speaking poetry sounds better as nonsense magpie cries, royal swelling feast think they’re people, baked to take the shape of tin spilled into, tire rolling alone, tied still with shoe laces, plastic bottle floating over testosterone clouds inky film punctured by white fish belly visible over hundred feet away, ripped rust crunch slammed fuck damned, honey on your wound bee sting in the soup, silver egg venom end her noon elegance invading goats, host ill telegraph now, I’m managing but hurry up, numb agent can’t find sleep on way back from slow fed squalor, then wake everyone now, tell’m yesterday’s holy twat risen as evening bull break erupted, like a virus, surprise you’ll never get.