Bacon panty
Won't you walk in me
Bacon aether
Roll your big brown eye
Let me make a meat
Spread your love-horn meat
Now I see men, a chef
The caged hen
Bacon vapor
All fits and antagonists
Poison vented
I made red ices
Over the beans
where the good shepherd grieves
My lust heel gone down
The cold blooded moon
Step on my face beyond communication
Palace of dog warriors
She worked him up
Farting eight hours, broken chains
Bacon to know what measures
Clutching his long golden logs
Or else your heart/isthmus is cutting
His blender on the wheels of fire
A falafel
Its pale ghostry
