I strive to set fire to her
breasts consciously or
in one form of doll
Dating another bird
sparks clouds of reckless
driving, metal tied between
similarities to a mutant
strap-on: now people believe they've
stamped glass in
drowned cooking
across stale porn!
E.g. sword self-empties,
doles out tapeworm across
increasingly embarrassing
boundary, etc.
A puzzle hacked into pieces
ratchets up a maze
like a face pushing past
a woman on a barstool –
in depth repeating for
her sickle combing fucking
half of Nigeria
I don't know why it
turned into an argument
and cut that wig wrinkled
She disappeared very briefly,
friendly. I recognized
her, though... It was her
own doing. A floating bump
An inner peace bag
Together we'll kidnap
Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles
at the edge of river buttocks
with a pantyful of Chernobyl oil
Cheese in an endless chimney
A genetic disease in your gut
We walk through before-and-
after impressions nude
Operating heavy machinery
in a little town filled with the
funny noises of true love blind
and rolled-up in a phonebooth,
taunting a football
I'm not listening to the warbling of
a punching bag's tendency towards
light murder. There's nothing
I can do but tackle a headstone
crooked, slow-airpump and thumb
my nose flat on a yacht, and drop
my ambient blur into
her mythical apple core