otherwise, you just said
i’ll let you stick it in
and hope i come before your guilt

i suddenly have the strength of plow
and imagine us fucking

slivers collect in your coal mine
your toes grow talons
bottomland echoes in your jars
you open and close like an iris

when i get up to get you a mirror
you light a cigarette and say:

blow wet dry to respecter a canister
100% reality
will allow fires to spread quickly
but dispelled no mommy
as of wept
wondercum
my ocean is on calculus
be no precept nor of mallard
gotta c metronome xenophobia
and be bateau
comers dream on saturdays
shame he prick great record cope
a nesbith to arkoma
or my depravity accordion