PANCAKE SOUND SPORES

imagination in part terrestrial,

dirty, clinging to but

released bit by bit

along with the grainy hum

of the sonic

pancake

ill of

burial in its dust's

circulatory skin

dizzying fingerprint

dials its

algorithm

lacrosse fate:

apparent

on your tombstone

I'm so relaxed right now

I think I'm -

it's so complete I

think I'm –

two large demon-possessed buttocks wrestling a small camping chair!

over phone sex,

tracking the passage of the old tranny's heavy cold

across a desert-like gap in our conversation

DIED AND WEPT WHEN I RECEIVED THE BILL

worth the regal

vocabulary of what virus,

snot-spoken crying?

approaching a tornado,

approaching a bridge,

approaching a young girl,

approaching a cow,

approaching an electric fence,

[climbing through the electric fence]

approaching a cliff,

approaching a lot of other shit,

enjoying suicide's hot slick maneuverability...

employing a friendly old oven mitt

as an alternative

to narcissism – you don't

exist

not wearing it

waving to someone

you cease to exist!

not wearing it

groping someone

you cease to exist!

now taxidermied so slowly,

dying, hurtful,

dying inside, a taxidermied abortion

coming out only

to punch a mime, a

cliff, an electric fence,

a young girl, a cow,

a Burger King sign,

a Burger King burger,

with a hand that deposits
sound and dust

on everything it punches