Hootshabby.
soft cheese smile melting in tortilla flats.
the many styles of fats to show off and matching shit gloss.
anal floss and mental moths,
goofy goths on the curb
in the burbs lacking substance but anger
and staggering anger bang in the rain
drove me insane and i minced my brain
served it cold with avocado on a roll,
garnish and flourish and wither and fry
pussies and cocks
stitching and dye
no more vision
from my eye
just the blank clear day spreading its wings
blowing the wind across my stretched skin and letting in
the love of kin and the nervous in the bin
and maybe ill gather moss
or maybe ill never defrost
everyones lost
you know where yer going?
blow me yer fake is showing
and dont forget to write
wide awake in the middle of the night
in still fright doing stares by artificial light
there you go again: trite, trite, trite,
am i right? no yer not a sixteen year old in the mid-eighties
yer just a baby.
and im gravy
slathered on yer teething mouth and left out back
dinner with a mouse. prickey mouse
and lousy louse in the house, under the steps
reading proust. who?
snow white and the seven dorks who pork. they gang raped her in the cottage one fine day and with a smile and a song took turns dipping dongs
in her sleepy hollow
where the mushroomhead horseman unsheathed and unleashed a beast
see through satin with perky nipples, milk im lapping
and dapper tapping down the steps
stepping over human wrecks and then all tuxedo and hat
i fell flat into the gutter and muttered
tomorrow, today. choked on a tooth as i gargled a laugh in the fly infested nest
home sweet moan,
brain?
where you goin’?
