Believe in Jesus
Christ Be Saved.
By God,
I knock and score
enough for me
and my friend Ben,
the suicidal Chihuahua,
to get tranquilized
alley-wise over by the Walgreens.
between dumpsters
lie wicked dreams:
alley-wise over by the Walgreens.
between dumpsters
lie wicked dreams:
deposit me in the passenger seat
of didion's yellow corvette
screaming down
early sunday morning streets,
one of flannery's peacocks
winging the wheel.
intimacy gone stale
as a half box of cracker jacks
in an Aztec time machine.
piss on that smell.
George Carlin said
we should die first
spend our last nine months on earth
in a womb and
finish as an
orgasm.
I guess that'll be the safe word,
I says,
to a rat wearing a leather mask
I guess that'll be the safe word,
I says,
to a rat wearing a leather mask
who
is rumored to infect
his sexual partners
with a nasty strain of optimism
with a nasty strain of optimism
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