Friday, July 6, 2012


joy can't help but squab on toxicity
to slide a cheesecake down from its fixing point
and mess the rake of logic onto a 'stop pad'

no happy medium in the dry sand –
can you please bobble on piss
and be nice to bunches of solids on theater seats

anywhere around junk I am really all 
Hubble pulled from your window, lined with “pick me gone from”
drawn ledge of high level indication
spitballing to really concentrate on my narcissist
quantified instead of sealed off
body the ash and go along to permeate,
an installation of I and we

of scrolling a shriek up the zoo
like stopping hiccuping and now I want
my hiccup back

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