beyond
beyond,
prickle sniffs in
brown grass; plaid is
a nice
juncture
for what we decide
tonight; let
this train roll
blood brother,
hop on
or hop out
we pass this
human factory
it's purple and blue and
inviting
the 40+30
overriding
nausea
just needs a scythe,
screaming blonde
and we'll snap snap
snap the shot complete
red balloons become
form, take
on mine,
with drunken
raucous
babble
drowning ears, we're
backstage the louvre
maybe some
other trashy paris boudoir
flesh walls, sinus infections
strawberry arms, you hep
cats,
h20 from
plastic bottles, parched
becomes none; paper
the world, hep
cats, fight his
wars, suck his dick like a good
wife
rubbish bins in
the back row
sporting hightops and hipster-
fresh jaw
lines
popping poppy's
rx, sits
in daze
watching pinwheels
inside shared
cranium, questioning if
mice are big enough
to
fight
rat-infested bastards pick
fistfights with
woman and
we are amused,
and better suited for tenement halls,
those brothers
fanatical
with finding god, the
cards say dawn
but i disapprove
of liquid interpretation
