Tuesday, October 16, 2012

The Feelings I Have Feelings


Nothing's real
when you feel
like a dangerous oven
with no legs
arms wrap tightly
around a bushel
of hummus and togas

Jeans cost $49
except when your
crotch leaks
a whitish fluid
on the 2nd floor
of a 12 acre mall
there is a heaven-like
atmosphere of sales
and bargain bins

Hair brushes pass over
the no-fly landfills
eat the teeth of combs
compact colon makes
an arduous helicopter rescue
skies are grayish-blue
when ships displace
the locks are heavy
been nosy like
an alphalpha hampster

Tofu drumsticks for
the girl with my name
all over her face

Thursday, October 4, 2012


I have to shit. Shit SHit SHOIT!
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Listen to Nervana, Hate society

Bag of shit. Herd you like PUSSY!

I pound sausage. Plausage. Plausible.

Haver dasher. Habby Sham.