in the used napkin, dimensions melt
the scars of Lazarus are of cork, and he
was raised as Katy Perry –
with proportioned splatter
the toilet's great hair discharge
rip in coma grows bigger and what escapes gets old pretty quickly
degenerates into elevator music
breath: a thoracic loss, coming in boxes on a conveyor belt
murdered in a pillow alien invasion –
capable of bunning very nicely
sandwich catheter; or crust shape-shifts into Bruce Lee
“but I'll cut off your supply with a razor blade,
lobotomize your gargoyle
pee stain your lampshade”
he's itching from huffing Botox
he's crippling already-dead animals in a slaughterhouse with nunchucks
he's a rat causing the pussy to crackle
volume changed radio station altered – radio switched off
off is on
ReplyDeletemy god i am drunk
but it's great anyway
rad, i should get more drunk readers!
Deleteit's not easy
Deletein fact, i think it's a tremendous task))
mostly because they're too volatile