May 22, 2006 15:00
Circa 2005
Impaired for Improv
Grab a fistful of mouth
as your horrified reaction;
when my aesthetic posture is hidden
in a glaze of saltine -crack-er tears,
germinating [wild oats] belly
and [milk-bitten tits]
Turns out scotch-whisky
and s'mores makeouts
procure porked pussy
without contraception,
a miserable confection.
How can a wad of embryonic tissue
redirect [your] future view? (mine, too)
Missed steps,
mis-communication,
Miss Kentucky fries good bacon
in the morning.
Impaired for improv
We've made a surprise soul
to absolve our fingers into teething-rings
and work over our youth
into posed parentage.