Friday, January 17, 2014

The Labyrinth

Two shits grow on trees. Moaning at diarrhea nuts.
Cum ripens on a heel. The rest of the sucker hordes
air-quote a responseless headboard.
Realistic autonomous foreskin. Alien muscle disembodied
by its light. A smoothie turns the dog.
From its core, the fart pillow vomits
a patch of gold. In peace, Karma’s tits
face-melt the Lawnmower Man’s tits.

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