mindwasher

kleptopyrohomocerebral tastality-
four star insane dining room
in a parody,
a skit gone too far and followed,
drank the whole sky and left
it like a dirty blue glass,
the manerilla,
the womancide,
pacing blind guards so close
you can hear them miss,
space is defined
by plurals and the rocking
chair in the corner is a juke box
that only plays
people's asses,
and backwards goes my hand
and forwards
goes everything else and i wonder
what they do with the parts
of history
they don't use,
make soup and never phone,
emotions stuck in a truck grill,
next time you're in an accident
someone will be happy,
the rabid bathtub
with a tired woman in it's mouth,
the glow from the broken sun
slapping humanity
into those old blue eyes,
repossessed tornadoes, sex fangs,
reprocussive reproducing
stalemate in a pepper filled sneeze death
with no god bless you's left
he met her on a chopping block a piece at
a time,
and they mixed together,
pockets full of gravy, and that
when i tip i feel kind of rude like saying
to you you won't make it any other way,
hand me down hand me downs,
paradetrimentabolocryology,
tears are hearts
made clear and heavy,
ixnay on the pretendonomics
of the bravingfleshtistics of kissly
puckerings
and sharenotes tucked away in nowhere
gods can see
for no one goes into nowhere but you or i,
and these are radios to nowhere,
these are clocks for
won't be the same,
the planet you called to pick you up
is going to be so late
you'll have to give up your seat to
someone else
immaturology and dumbessor mere
studies of
how all things end-
instantfortuitousbecomasis,
the ideal situation for
you would be
to lose your mind
and buy a ticket
to the colossaltuity
of
someone's worthy heart
just one block south of
sexville and darkskin,
check it out-
rent a soul-
size 15 million-
go here-
stop doing what you
want
when it's too late-

start up the
autofeelbreathingsaw
and cut open
the start.
there's just enough left for somebody to think
you exist.