Thursday, November 17, 2011

THE BABYSITTER

Anime family life's smell
reminds me of the forbidden
skull milk product.

Anime father shot himself,
Anime mother's motto was 'Headless in his suffering.'
'Like waterboarding a shirt.'
'The dalliance is a waste product.'
'Brimming with protozoa
is dangerous.'

A mashed kitten personifies
inertia in the music of ABBA, as it does
in the babysitter-chronic metropolis,
every surface of privacy
banged by its brain power:

That's an order, says such traffic.

The tendency of a sealed contraceptive
to pocket-morph into seminal mist. Of an old person
to try and sanctify themselves
with the dubstep. Irresistibly luscious
only in full frontal. Turned ninety degrees:
gone.

On any given night, hungry vacuums in
the babysitter's infection sip milk through
a flat mask.
Slowly withdrawing lips

from a scenery first wan, then overcrowded with
fountains of blood. 

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