A quiet buffet – yet a
Scene of the soon-to-happen robot uprising.
My SUV cauliflower hybrid.
I wanted the horror movie to contain a lot more wheelchairs –
was I asking for too much?
So remove my beak. I figure
that since I'm in this concentration camp – since
I'm here, in this condition – I'm ready
Growing and settling horizontally – I'm good.
Settling into a neat parking lot of spooning hormones –
let us now try to telepathically restore sanity. A new,
9mm Satan splurging on comfort; Dolce & Cabbana PEZ dispenser
slackly in hand.
Traces shapes. The shapes hiccups can manipulate one's wiener in the sand.
Coke dandruffing the Milky Way. A quiver triggered
in the old-man jowls of the centipede.