SHOT,ham, second seconds

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