From the prophet's 12 story-high speaker stack comes the word Hello.
Wooting Dengue Dengue at a baby's photo op.
4chan suction circles on the plastic coffin grow a titty –
tweaking the Hawaiian shirt to extrapolate gangsta-goulash
like the Grim Reaper dragged through
pores of Getty images.
A vegetative NATO moonshot by the Freudian uvula in
a caveman's violin
Swiss-cheesed by the complex
coiling steam of X-rays
electro-blushing in ice-blood
in a commercial.
Some invigorating recycling via horny lapses
into spiritual horsehead.
Acclimating to a piece of shit under one's skin –
towers of darkly marching isolation absorbed by saliva,
palindromes splitting fantasy novels into otter-formations.
Aerial violence fishes everywhere,
depleting the beetlejuice of the everywhere likethe orphan colonies permeated by Homer's kisses.