Saturday, December 29, 2012

the limitations of the angels

white and creamy bride
situational politics grabbing into the air
killing off the last identity
there is a shovel in the trunk of my car
screaming oh Jesus
the writhe target speaks to the narcotics agent
face is more than mouth
I knew that we could not trust her
charred upon the grill
she had green eyes and ruby lips
always a deadly combination
light headed
tears and teas swell

she claimed that they were only talking about how the vultures
hot and wholesome
can pick the winning lottery numbers
I am warping reality in my vehicle
pipping hot steam
will you play with me and my quotes
a beautiful trigger, do it now
the convenient bomb

drug crazed search, take it
eating another hit of acid
the elder search at the mall
take this gun and make history
I dreamed about you in the papers
you chasing them around the car
a twenty one gun salute
they were there in their green jackets
all of the dents had been hammered out
the one with an eye patch, spoke some words
hired bullshit

empty crust bitten
swollen and thrilled
the limitations of the angels
drunk and crazy
a hole in the ground
nasty jack
whiskey sour and apple pie
the invisible hand
sitting cross-legged
shivering apron
wetness plastic
choking upsurge
my rib

friday night, lotus man
eating the pumpkin woman
thick slices
second slices
watching me drink tea
Walt Disney noises
the neon light doobie
quiet money
hides in the nutritional values
high space and huge slackened roots
dancing Shiva
full moon and inspired meat
cheesy history
it was a timid scheme
laughing gas and exit signs

army saigon
hitched and polite
candy corn
palm out flat
counting the money
flat tortilla
come alive
wound up anxiety
flower power jazz
steaming long
king kong
banging bomb

sad fool
footlong turd
presidential race
monotheistic soliloquy
a national trait of repugnance
insensitivity





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