Yes, and it is close to holy
I am going to unlock my butt to your face
falls out like plasma
he took in a foray, the usher
in the dark and he bit the leg
He took little Suzy
for a junior prawn
He dug up her gray bulge and a cage
of bone
I saw, aware, with a menu
Forted, get a big dish
The hair of him howling around
She’s glowing up, she as a young man
Wide eyes, the jive-talk, true love and tendresse
When she’s coming and she’s home
she’s going out, she has a day
I know how much of hers to see
She has a young man weenie
To the lies she’ll find true love
The leaves skiffle claws, the road
I went home as a waitress
with a Russian’s tooth
I made a sun-vise standard
Taking off in a hard-phase
Well, I’m down, I’m hiding hung-down
The shit has hit the fam
II
When the West was yum
They joined a big contrille
Until, past the rivers and the mange
after wrap-o-matics
when the steel was granded
They rode against the Governor
biting, riding, across the berries
I’ll afford a gunman in exchange for his parole
riding, flanking and widening the rivers of pain
Cross the drebbage, looking for a game
Dissuaded when you wake her
Though it didn’t soothe his star
stuck in the middle, I was the kid
When they pleaded no never the dusk
Caught between the years, looking
with my back turned, as Angel of Food
she thinks she needs to be feed
She hopes, cubing him on the ramp
she’s so many women, he can’t find
Noise meat
She de-burped me over-good
sort of like a women blender
Pit full of meat at the Rainbow Bar
took me back to the haunted house
scarfs and miracles, tugs and warning flattering light
Honky-people with no hunk to go home to
They all’d like to spend the night with you
and you’d always show up late
I’d drink up all the money
and these phoneys all would barf
and these friends and I would all barf
We both come down with a puke-face
wearing the lights, and your face looked at something dead-fried
Devastated everybody’s dress list
More ham hurts
He’s thin up, everybody’s disparate
The heist of gasoline and meat
Alas, our lives are income-pleat
You stayed up all night listening to his tongue
I like a weasel, little harm
I’m dirty heart-baked bone, straight from the barn and twisted again
There’s plenty on my ball
The vida of my life vuelto, vuelto
I hear Mary arch a static there with her
“Caramel Leda, hold me tighter
With your pearl hand of death”
A maelstrom out of heroine
Steak, something that will never mean anything
Join me, MLA
I was at the chocolate cannon, on a dock
in a sultry day, I was sitting in the hotel
If California slides into the ocean
Viper-dicked, this motel will still be standing, listening
Look way down Calumnus Avenue
