4th
From The Sky
Bukowski’s women Jay Leno’s women Bill Clinton’s women the women in the library the women above you the women below you and the women in the library… reminding you of your fines from the sky and false fires, and those coming out with a secret to the press a symphony mistake
all the blue angels flew in formation to their demise
run away reporters, let us know about the hell down there. bitch-back. laundry. photo. kiwi salsa cale. highway freed. bargain hunter lunchbox screwdriver health beat Bermuda triangle spoilers. haters. equators. ecquador fantab figment of your imagination what you say instead blood for oil is a target hit and shopping here before was a real pit. next to a pyramid a franchise and freedom fries stomp around with your moon boots to unearth buried girls and guys from under the franchise with freedom fries with more dead girls and other dead guys a whole lot of ‘em met their demise demonize homocide
fire falls from the sky
you laugh at me while you’re sitting on the Fox and The Hound log fall of the worst year fall off and hear something snap they do talk a lot needles and darts in the beginning miss the whole board corrected mistakes and zits popped hid behind and peaked out far away safe a coward throws her malitov from the corals to the curls they come back as bratty runny-nosed fire crackers
peace to you motherfuckers peace to your attackers turn the other cheek to your attackers? don’t lust after the animal crackers
the moment taken in altered under the mooshy influence of whatever that was in the pipe some say it’s one thing, I say it’s just moss
smoking it helps more than I realize cuz I’m driving and start feeling its disassociative affects and I’m thinking, Damn, I’m high. which means Damn I’m kinda uncomfortable, then comfortable, yet kinda un…believable. life feels fairly unbelievable at least some of the time. I’ll push and warp the rest of time.
problems sting like honey bees another problem is just what I need the honeycomb gets a cereal with its name on it serial killers are eating cereal
did you see Bruno on Richard Bay or was that Straight Dave?
a fucked up hobby makes for an interesting article but not everybody likes to read many are faking it I put on war paint before cracking the books and say screw you backwards
drive around looking for Bane Park talking outloud for others to catch like This one needs more sleep he’s off his rocker he’s entering that little number where he’s a dog dreaming chasing a rabit the rabit is closer to god no one gives a hoot owl’s worth
the grass greener on the other side smoke this moss on the other side the werewolf bite is the werewolf’s way of saying go fuck yourself backwards the vampire’s bite says screw you from the sky while god says you run and you hide I’ll go and die
