Feels Like Cotton On Teeth
i love that these keys still speak to me
i love that you still speak to me
in dreams
as to
where and when
did i lay my head on manure
and kept doing it
over and under
leaving once and for all
as a last resort to
the familiar stink
that i've grown to love
it always flows new energy into my soul
while
i see that
the world is fluegeeying
down your throat
and i can't see that love was part
of that
the big stamp in history is trampling love
into some twisted creation
that is as useless
as a
a personal tax return
attached on the lapel of a corpse
dog meat!
corraled people
feel either extremely
agitated
or flowing towards
walmart
thereby
challenging the origin of their own
thoughts
or buying brand new
plastic shelving for the dog house
|