Thursday, April 26, 2012

WHAT REALLY CRAWLED OUT OF CHERNOBYL


cut evaporation
around trousers

if the ground
would crack
the
perfume inferno
ill-edged

normal spawn
in the photo
booth

pocked, greasy
interference
of the
death ray

technically this
genie is
self-sustaining,
aloof

spud du jour,
not accessible
while buffering

like smudged
lightning vertebrae
swinging
in time
to corpse
on monkey bars

UFO tears on strings;
my jar
parked adjacent
to my cum,

once a boarded
up fire hydrant
in Jurassic Park,
now an
unchained cripple,

loud

Chernobyl created
ESP to smuggle
bones crooked,
pruny, and then
theatrically feathered

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