Bonzi eats the pickled embryos like a champ
its RIP Princeton teeth in the dark fire alley
do not be fooled by the two days of growth
its imperfect signal guiding turquoise troops
you squint reactive to the melting faces
FM Kingston on a (no, leaning in does not make it)
on a binge of Lum and Abner
hawks
we trace sidewalks of Jerome and Harris Crescent…
drenched in Folly Bay, coaxed at Mavis Bank
the fire is burning so why are we ah okay it’s not working
not work when You expand your freedom
like cloud spiders and taxi marlin
over the shoulder
walking away with a venom cigarette
in the cauliflower blood
cold
we walk sidewalks of Lucea
seeking Brötchen and oysters
the vegan mystery is solved by primitive hazing
Her caress fading into reminders of Namibia mirth
traumatic fern
Elk cancer
and full bloating
it comes down to spiked tissues and sulfuric polarity
as impossibly thin approval descends on boring New York
the infested tombs of Mercury
cellular veins hurry baby
I think it’s bloodshot justice in the Shit
weeds and towers all the same touching
homos in the morgue bringing janitorial power
cocaine cops with Mossberg cocks
recalling Guantanamo Valium and Stone Temple Pilots
(they’ll call you “Rude Boy” and flip)
bridges of skin
tunnels of absurdity
Los Angeles douche bags
smoking tobacco from pens
and that’s it – I know, sorry
but even the orgy ends