Saturday, October 6, 2007

laugh stage snit

an ass that

was a hand ~ we held it twogether.

Somebody got lucky

OF THIS judge there are none. as each belong to her own schizorene cart
worm give forth
yer tune
come for then it's close to muster
cunning to its Unheimlich
you've borne petal
to every railway stir
name this charlatan love
hug its rag to her nape
sitting on her lap
bending is always best sound

fork out wave
chandelier wrap around hip
wheated the woof of her
divorcee like care

little bastard
is that yer aloof night