sounds like
kitchen sink vomiting
the jazz drunk on volume
i couldn't love her mouth
any more
lips curled
ugly and mine
the sick swine
oh and how they could sing
sink it in and make it sting
absence of absence
the subtle annoyances of
existence, they
stutter and expose flesh
before their god
my philistine
pure gasoline
not a bad guy
tall and drunk
fucking beautiful
spent a summer in bed
now rents fuckin' due
subdue the hue
wavelength separated from light
no need to endure this madness
the loveless bore by logic
lovers bound by banality born of Buddha
"A jug fills drop by drop"
drop by drop fills a heart
fucking, sucking, lucking into life
god bless it all
America
alcohol swam in woman
man swam in woman
semen like grenade
mothers painfully cold lemonade
teeth screaming in a procession of
orgasmic order
erect and obvious
no sex
only bones
smoke a fag
one last perfect drag
lay that head down
and watch the wallpaper age
say it again and again
namaste, namaste, nama-fuckin'-ste
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