Random poem time.

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.
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