don't scream at me
(about China)
those men work
at rhyming gong beats
a Ram Dass
tongue kiss
spread all over
the news
by the greasy pilot
brother of the uncle Woo
who
arranged the brains in
the chains who turned
out to be you
never loved
GORE
enough not to mind the
scenes of blood and
mayhem
but lived the tears
and the
luminescent
years slide over
dirty ground pools
unanswered swirls never
to be understood
