3 Month Old Corpses

[1]

His member in hand

that color that women think passes for blonde
A smashing good time, kicked in the teeth!
and then mistaking a young boy for a housewife

whose brain exploded from a lack of self-improvement
efforts (but on the contrary:

I’ve seen some cunts in my day…
down by the delicatessen

Never forgotten, clung to like teeth those
dirty skanks, those skanking cry-mores
yet George W. was a shoe-in, despite being Hitler’s excrement simulacrum
. they forgot me They forgot ME!
our total apologies for smearing your feelings on the walls
of this cream-colored restroom
Where is I? Dad? They are just beginning to
become people
the dripping of
It’s so quaint
lost in oblivion, mass-produced cephalic carnage
and,
egoless as a belfry spirit, a humming cloud) but, alas, also:

stew-pud, this
a sniveling child has more taste than

humanity. So well led and
kicked the martians in the nutsacks
fractal .

[2]

quicksilver panes gentle and
for those of you with fingers!
like giant archeological digs, bones exposed, bleached
and passing out

the wind

there’s that crazy fog!
ziggurats in every tear duct

again needling you. AGAIN asking

some people are as useful as a spinal tap for nerve damage

vibrato, In sotto voce
it is rather strange to see the pilot in the aisle…
portent

put a finger in
loose feeling

it’s not safe here. let’s go north where

headache crunchers

where no one is claustrophobic

a new set every year
indecent as mallets

is it possible they’ve infiltrated already?
caressing each other’s under carriage
scumbags!