The ass-meat sweet, the ass-meat sick
the breath of lungs feels clangy and thick
Grabbing and wet bite of a snake
Gang of yule and horror
Dan said Sop-ray
Keep your hard death-ray
rock-silver gloves
Black leather eyes
appalling and falling on moans
We’re Mr. Steam
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Gazing at some bright line in the sky
some secret silly way
Liver, not a dream
When I walked through the wood
the fuzz in my forty tender days
seemed a drink of bath and wine
Your gun or pistol’s tempting wile
Tease me, kill my baby