come
on little tramp
hook
me up some
blackened
will
suckle
you look-rat
look-monkey
looky-look
haven't
you
figured
it out yet
I
am a killer
and
I poison what I touch
I
am a loser
and
my friends
never
win
rigor circuit
future
former employer/employee
thunderpuss
crop-for-a-fee
this
style
symbolizes
wild
mind
better
than betty
set
the pit
in
the peach. give
me
something
to
sit on
nothing
worse
than
saving a life
to
some folks,
but
that's all poetry can do.
this
was preserved by someone
who
thought it would be of use
and
it fell into the hands
of
someone who did not
shame
about my rider huh
little resemblance
one
wall left to go
major
din music
chug
it back down.
we
are only substance
material
delusion.
nobody
tells the difference
my
major nature
heat
show.
-gun shot mouth
hanging
jaw crotch
good
old juke-
shutdown
beat
down town
after
the gold let out
drunk
from the bucket-
brocade
loss
of discovery
and
discretion
in
this land of lonely aliens
shall
I put away my care
none
of it beats my baby
when
she tried
no
facial features
or
distinguishing marks
on
the ocean
twist off fate
bijoux
de mer
in
this brief and unnatural time
barely
managed apex
hands
out eyes
open
first
full flush
of
the compact hive
plays
to make sense
never
counting --
every
time I travel
I
dream that my house
burns
down
outer
space
life
cycle
in
the shaft of the shrinking-
violet
brought
me back around
black
eyes next time
I
got to bury you deeper
old mutual
insulin
candle power
my
words will
not
last
the
night. but
what
monitor up-
and-up
my
trouble heart
outpaces
actual usage
like
that lamp
unto
my feet
bell swag
long
crawl to the hard peg
bring
it down home
to
my unmade bed
odd
like two brothers
even
like the free news
fox
chase the rabbit
and
nobody give a damn
every
dog likes
to
eat his meat
but
nobody wants to be
the
one who gets to bring
down
the bull
knock, knock --
shallow
shadows
and
phantasms
cold
moan juiced
at
depth-
deflation
of
the mouse
prickle
rip
pickle
flag
fucking
muscle
in
the back
blew
the skirts right
off
an hind
whiff
of every stroke
and
the riff get
very
inhaler still
still
sweet business
contusion
and come
sis rock
kiss
the strawberry
on
the hip and the one
up
on the knee -- shiny
rider
roots
down'n'dixie
frater
colt
ate
clover
epicenter
in
motion --
throwing
my fingers away
at
the first sign of trouble
I
wasn't scared
of
my new cash devil,
that
was a little
silly
of me --
fixation
didn't
fix me
terminal
vacation on the house
trial after baby
disposable
lighter by day
inconsolable
coal in the night
I
wanted to make
the
process as portable
as
possible and when I did
it
was so wack
I
couldn't leave the house --
data
overflow
in
the contour
backlash
ticket
to
admission
trailing
clouds of glory
we
come down right fast
different
from reality
and
should that not be
our
highest aim
burrito center news
open
curdle
paradise
of mild
inflammation
incompatible
with
utopia. there is a
project
to
change the world
from
the inside out
all
things have brought it forth
and
monsters are not a problem.
works in seconds
misadventure
by natural causes
exception
handling
a
hundred eye stroke.
they
kind of fork off
into
their own little action
like
it coulda been the twist --
word
of mouth of man
worse
than random
dwelt
in subjection
so
sublime
[o
how] it becomes it
flakey
taste
of
a bitter batter
grandiose
lacerations
don't
keep a woman warm,
when
she's cold
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