your body is a tofu magnet
your dream is a blurred out fruitcake
softer cheese files in your accordion
hock your honey batter in your squishy jumpsuit
you jump into a sumo bidding war
lightning cola blinds your mother's memory
rabid fires ravish moonlit Snickers in your outhouse
soulful green goes plopping on a winding trail to your
pond of treats
I say the same thing. You fit a bucket of sherry in your
sack of pouch then listen to frog rhythms in your
cage of horror
Blue Glen, she sits and stares at oxygen filters typing
time sentences onto yellow brains, gross pain and forest
of your foreign forgetfulness
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