Thursday, May 17, 2012

Because fuck you.

Californicate
Styro plate
empty stomach
itchy nipple hate
hate hate
irate lunch date
conflates bowel sounds with
mouth flapping dirty teeth a
brief but inexcusable
belch squelched any
penny-for-a-thought mas-
turbation the product of
colloquial conversation
regarding the heart of art the
cringing virgin tart her
private parts her
tasteless darting in some
play reviewed by an
asshole who you slept with
just to get the street cred to
pop your collar and pretend
you have girlfriends who
suck you because they love to
Jesus, you're a wrecked beach and
a mess of a bible and a drug I've
never tasted and a mother to
someone and
a
book with mold a beat a barren
fish a
spider a
mild hiding wider version of a
schoolgirl thick and thick of
ass and tits and staring fits and
fist wringing fits and gasping
fits oh asthma shit I
breathe through lists of
names of women who
have come or came
in
screaming
my name
in
birthing bed glory
xx warrior
in
pain in
His
name
in
my
beautiful
fucking
aural
migraine im-
agination lights who are
totally aliens but also
angels who hold
cryptic menus for
the last IHOP in hell in
bell-ringing exaltation
wringing fell fingers winningly
swimmingly thinking
HEY! Swell, God! Keep it up!

Because fuck you.
It's too cold in this jacket.

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