Sunday, January 22, 2012

GROWS LONG WHEN DIPPED IN KOOL AID


lip drooping, in resignation meets with its own jug-necked
Kool Aid/claw-held

for Pinocchio's crude, sticky nose to no longer
blow MS Paint like a crow's voice, lost in used 
panties courtesy of KFC - his sister's, in tandem, 
presumably, with flurries of obscurity - a 
cleaning cutlery with dental floss montage 
conveying despair as infectious as skinning a mime

the turd bobbing up and down on the airwaves 
and the DJ's hot cup of coffee that caught it
emblazoned (the turd, in Garamond) with the lie
the perfect person moreover cares about 
the plastic trees and moldy treasure chest in 
their aquarium”

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