Saturday, June 13, 2015

Suicide Magic

if walls could talk
with tongue sticking out of no ceiling –
Jurassic wang hanging out of cirrus clouds –

I'd aim the air-hose at my goggles
while taking a shit –
as charred unconsciousness in 3D blubber
fakes paranoia

I lick kryptonite in twists of tea blog
limbo-impregnated, disney-blizzarded
in line with the torturing of dragon
nipple with the distorted Alps of stars

danger candy as Bilderburg motto-projector
fallen into a Smallville couch clamp

as unknown ham products fuck me –
helmet quivering in Dante's Inferno,
shattered from ape madness – awful dildos
torment, suicide magic hollows
out the dark  

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