ET's badly jerking haircut.
100% defenestrated cornflakes.
Glowdick's passive-aggressively broken fingernail.
Mall-murder's blade-interior's claw-feel.
Hunts in a tantric onesie:
Big slick runs hearse-like.
Down his buttock's solitary.
Turning armpit in fragments.
Of what's rejected when –
Ass-cold Axe-cloud auto-
mainlined really invisible.
[In fragments] only by mounting quicksand –
Deodorized lizarddick sleeping.
On weird structural supports:
A Target is where the moonlanding once was.
For there's slapstick, much.
In cattle-corpse nostril mooning mooncrater,
Atomizing on the lizard part's plywood facade,
Caped grapes. Crepe grudges.
Erected in the image of the mythical cheerleader.
Then switching them off.With heavy shoes clutching at straws.