funky cuts
of broccoli
I was talking to
the onion people
game of
chest
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
awareness
--
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
creamy
you're a
sauce-neck
clam
--
infantiquated
