uncle
"they could put screws in the dies of your neck"
it seemed an adequate threat so they insteal lsipped
on marbles and crystal down the slanted dance floor,
it was their intention to escape in large punch bowls
however the vats of boiling pus would prove a difficult
obstacle.
he graduated from the society with his chin parallel
to the ground, his neck thoroughly bruised but
it still eminated a most delicate beauty to all those
bird perched in the mundanity of white birch limbs.
they thought of a live in the wilderness of purples
and browns, drowning in the orgasmic hues like dense
cloud of burst blood vessels, they would inhale through
their beast the dusty spray of deoxygenated blood.
timidly glancing at his pocket watch, she itched a
hole in her belly with the salad fork, and mentioned
something about it being time for her to go, and with
that she disappeared into the hole she bore, and ran
through her wind pipe chanting to the doves.