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Sunday Feb 06, 2005

Feb 6, 2005
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Do you ever get the feeling like you just spread your wings a little...I don't know if anyone will comment, I never do, but for the sake of it, I will now use titles with my pieces...

Fluffer's Eyes

Lebanon holy
holier than Jesus on methamphetamine
I mean, tell the children
about neo-gothic perversion

Its sort of what happened when I vomited
Blue worms for weeks.
Years.
Like when make believe god got deep fried.

Demonstrate for them Chlamydia,
let them touch the nodules.
Is it hot in here?
Her

Rally the troopers
the single file orphanage is playing saloon;
killing them paper cut prisons, them mouths of dung.
Oh nothing, is more spiritual then them current events.

America the liberator with big really, big booms
some tig ol bitties, going to nibble me up
slick, slap and greaseplease repeat.
We told this kid Id show him wax and trees.

Damnit, this lingo, his, for the new populace
So when I was hitting that shit with the windows down
she said, calamity
I said, what a day for a clean crown.

While my white knuckles pulled Rapunzel
a little demon died, a leper to a thief, evicted.
City walls cried like Babylon.
Straight momma tell me, I am Jericho thru Zion

Do you understand your mother, fuck her.
The skeleton in the closet.
No, its short for professional Zach
The sinking feeling.

Fill it with sand.
How about Styrofoam so it is preserved
and meat packet preservatives, beef jerky PCP.
Just rape meshhhhlisten



after your tongue makes contact with the moon
I say, call it red, and land your rover.
Isnt that somewhere else, like Mars?
Can you prove anything, ever, seriously, at all?

Isnt safety first.
Do you want to be Columbus?
Trust me about wind.
I am your North star.

Tell me what you are thinking.
I want to eat you.
I want to rub your soul, I mean leg.
Tiger Woods teeth, Phil Michelsons wife

No, is not an answer to rubber ducks
always swim with ducks
unless she wants to swallow you
and then use it as a bludgeon later, like a stamp, an impression.

Be sure to open her car door, and lift up her led shoes.
Take off her gag reflux with a scissors, and
make her rinse, repeat, rinse and repeat.
Listerine is for the dignitarys pool, breaching public alchemy

Son, swimming lessons are more expensive than rubber ducks.
If it falls off, your mother will kill you
we paid to have it blessed
dont fuck this up

Like responsibility made anything more opportune
the world spins, cells divide, cells combine
maybe the blender will help.
It wont fit up her cervix

How about vampire love, necro-heroinity
purple the new dead
black a whole enterprise.
I am Vlad the impaler

Arent we off subject?
Give it tea, them tea
let them hit.
It will juggle eight, submariners, carriers of hair pieces.

The vilest thing at Kentucky fried shit, is sailor hair pieces
slaying dragons and whaling, neither is acceptable.
Never go past where the watermelons grow
trust me son, stick to birds, and bees, and maybe some lsd.

I just want to run and hide in a cave
please tell me there are no dead scrolls, thats too gross to see.
Oh, and the spiders, cave spiders.
You have lost your dignity.

I am doing the best I can, effort is critical
prom dresses are collection plates
God is your holy spricket, this is your ghost
a glorious day to be alive, and hung like a picture frame.
VIEW 11 of 11 COMMENTS
madi:
I wish I could live inside your poetry. I'm really crying right now. I don't want to put my problems on you so just ignore me. frown I regret my life so far.
Feb 7, 2005
abyssia:
i ate god. oh the indigestion. every time i belch, something new, something blue. damn weddings.
Feb 7, 2005

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