Wednesday, August 1, 2007

I want to trace his face
Come here brown Genie

given the
carnal testing

he’s got some kind of
spooky thing
the ground breathes

put that blood in the air

fragile as eggs

so much for my
ice knowledge

dramatic hops
a snack slam

These four satyrs
Brandon through the net

I think they’re talking
about lawns

Taste some of this
taking the DMX off

I’m going to crawl
all over you in these

humping the power back on

bio-dome changes
I bless you
leather man