Sickle cell soldiers do I don't Lose controll lose weight
Daisies doing pushups Die and relive carry my semi-
Automatic conveys a very special meaning We are to
The biotech what The body of Pina Bausch for The
Contradiction that I am Surrendering

We have your mothers heart or your cock
cajoles all night — I suppose — And I need sleep
Give us a call and
We might give her away and then...
My thoughts cannot account for themselves in
This thought desert

You blame yourself for your mother's self destructive
criticism He lits himself alight with sunlight and washes
his hands with it and after photographing everything The
height of his tome gathering dust and crisp sunlight
It will be soon... And we laughed our heads off blowing
His hollow Everyone of their child was bequeathed
assertative western sins Just a bottle of need tasting
like pocket lint

A dust bin of bad Symbolism and a rampage
of Unconscious my soul
Classics counterfeited by them I
Heard her telling her life-story
just How I became a suggestive-aggressive
You prefer these instead of margaritas
Its a condition of your kind

Of something I don't know nothing of How it work'd
Yet I keep believing it so They pulled the sea from the
Body but couldn't pull the body out of sea — as some
things move me this does it too — for one thing He
was forced to quit when holes on the golf course started
reeking bad fumes

Gently like a hot bowl of soup — and I'm not telling this
for a joke — you need to be coming back with your
traumas Cured or not Your grass needs to be very dry for
Not to emit smoke If not a thousand cracked piñatas
what will it be