Boo down a road
There’s blood
in the water
Ropes in the cellar
Pork hinge on the road
Bacon bather
Take my forehead
Roll your big brown ide
Melt me
down your big love jeans
Don’t be Satan
and spread your lava-mead
II
Juicy inquiry
You saw my empty flesh
Keep chains in your face
Dirty fat out of a tractor
Hollywood rushed out an Epifilm
A fling in the blue room
Later on the ground a shake and fear
then ran on a weighty towel, screaming
In that mode, the field
III
A shogun wept a fever in my brain
a high noir music
Out in a rain
Feel a hymn, my bone
with how to want it
The valley stone
the land washed and knit
Milk the tree
Shaolin McGeorgy
wouldn’t keep them quiet
