Wednesday, October 5, 2011

From the Pocket

funky cuts
of broccoli

I was talking to
the onion people

game of

every man on
the street would
die & become
love zombies

she was a
white mommy


instead of words
I would use clothes

your bike has
now turned into
a television

whenever I have
to sneak into
your world

a lawyer of


Motrin through
the palm trees

it's like this
spreadsheet is
having babies

he's on the
lookout with his
penis eyes

I watched your
little orange plane

I tracked the Hell
out of your flight


it was like a
french turd was
what it was like

he fondled 'em
in McDonald's

blue frames

6/4 sweat and

you're a