Friday, October 12, 2007

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


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