The grizzly bear will eat
Your feelings
Like a fish
He doesn't care
About the starlight in your hair
The heat in your cheeks
Your sweaty pants
and so on
And so forth
Etc
He will hang
you in the dungeon keep
by the simey fish tail
mr Orford merman
till you confess the name of jesus
adoramus te domine
mother fucker
The grass will grow
like billio
In paradise
Like the hair and nails
of a skeleton
Lava melts and moonshine spills
All over you like breath my love
(Spits n melts n hacks n coughs)
as arts and crafts and serri-culture
so call it
Spills like sperm
And stains your sheets
Is it an effigy of degradation
An instigating germ
A dainty force of exposition
Is it a boy is it a girl
Is it no longer a man
but a worm
Is it a deception
a flickering shadow
The quintessential misunderstanding
Surrounding a new face
Is it a plot
Is it a quirk
Is it a blot
On the holy mother's twot
There was a window
And an egg shell
And a flower
And a shark
None of them blew
The course of trueness
None of them studied
Philosophy
yet they knew no complicated
Your feelings
Like a fish
He doesn't care
About the starlight in your hair
The heat in your cheeks
Your sweaty pants
and so on
And so forth
Etc
He will hang
you in the dungeon keep
by the simey fish tail
mr Orford merman
till you confess the name of jesus
adoramus te domine
mother fucker
The grass will grow
like billio
In paradise
Like the hair and nails
of a skeleton
Lava melts and moonshine spills
All over you like breath my love
(Spits n melts n hacks n coughs)
as arts and crafts and serri-culture
so call it
Spills like sperm
And stains your sheets
Is it an effigy of degradation
An instigating germ
A dainty force of exposition
Is it a boy is it a girl
Is it no longer a man
but a worm
Is it a deception
a flickering shadow
The quintessential misunderstanding
Surrounding a new face
Is it a plot
Is it a quirk
Is it a blot
On the holy mother's twot
There was a window
And an egg shell
And a flower
And a shark
None of them blew
The course of trueness
None of them studied
Philosophy
yet they knew no complicated
Intangential convolutions
Like the railroad
Knows no cow pats
Knows no condescension
Knows the fern the way
The raspberry
And the sleeper shrapnel
Where does the light go
At the end of a fiber optic hair
Does it want to preach
Or hate speak
Does it want to lick your cheek?
Through the window
Like an egg shell
Trampling flowers
Like a dead shark
Falling falling falling
Into a black hole
Where daisies weren't
And whatever will be's
Conventioned and stole
Glances
Disintegrating
In the mirror dawn of fantasy
Wrapping themselves in foil
After a night pig roast at Orford
in the wholly b'aint natchral cold.
Like the railroad
Knows no cow pats
Knows no condescension
Knows the fern the way
The raspberry
And the sleeper shrapnel
Where does the light go
At the end of a fiber optic hair
Does it want to preach
Or hate speak
Does it want to lick your cheek?
Through the window
Like an egg shell
Trampling flowers
Like a dead shark
Falling falling falling
Into a black hole
Where daisies weren't
And whatever will be's
Conventioned and stole
Glances
Disintegrating
In the mirror dawn of fantasy
Wrapping themselves in foil
After a night pig roast at Orford
in the wholly b'aint natchral cold.
08/10/17
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