Zombie pulp and cash flow enmesh
Their descriptions, drive new cars
Into the ditch trying the ramp
Over the razor wire, wire dogs
Mash computer files of dream sequence
Gone sour, aphasiac like the noose borne
Shiver me chiggers, me skin’s loose up
Not sad about it, just not altogether
Neither, there in that suppository dark
Peeping tracheal for melancholics
Who there trips out ship chop bloody
After blocks, party hammocks
Giftwrap coke machines dream stink
Swipe patterns on green, splatters.
Thursday, August 10, 2006
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honey, this machine just called me an asshole!
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