Wednesday, January 27, 2010

pay dirt

do you see how
we are
the fucked

can't you feel
the press of words
great walls of words like eyes
like walls of dream-eyes
how can you expect
how could you have expected
the minute you spoke, girl
you was un-natural
who else's brain kills they body

gnawed us to a sausage

let us all think of the most clever ways to solicit reassurance
the wolves say "i worship you and it feels good"
the primates say "touch me, touch me, touch me"

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