I awoke to the two-hit tan wristwatch on the sheer sliding mantle top

The sound of tiny bells sounding trapped in a bored gods flipflop

Hanseatic divided lines pined internal rhymes in 4 dimensional time

as cool dudes and pork rinds danced in my porn-addled mind

 

The girl on the floor writhed piquantly and slowly

More horror stories stopped winning decent tonies

and the sad bad old dad still wouldnt blow me

i thought it was time to skip town, yeah, get a little off the ground

gotta eat a little dental floss to stay alive

feelin woke cause im too white to talk jive

 

and the statues fell around me outside

neoliberal iconoclasts and newt worm jingle bells sinking in the mud 

deep down read the children’s book i could not speak to her

my kneecaps ate at my stomach like a long metal pipe

pierced through my stomach and attached to the door

 

the big oak door on the other side of the room was big

dumbass

big fuckin door in between the wall and the floor

 

if you wanted to get in or out you had to go through the door

there was a window but the thermostat goblin would get veeery angry if you opened it

shouting slurs, Suit McGoot scooted to his doom

an ass burnt away by linoleum waxwork

 

and still, I was uneasy

 

That beautiful body accentuated by them lovely lumps

of skin that were sticky to the touch

started shaking and reminded me of when she used to wear a crutch

and my cool tool wondered if i was a fool, wondered if i was being used as such

 

Everything has a use words in black written on a white chalkboard

green stains on the wall

left by a saint of some sort

and that corner koi screamed an awful phrygian tune

about inequality and food distribution

and the underground punk scene in Khartoum

 

Jupiter! Jupiter! Your luck’s just run out!

The news came today! You can scream and you can shout!

You can rip your vocal cords right out!

Penises are out of style so the men are growing longer toes

and nobodys shoes fit no more

but thats just the way it goes

the museums are the place to be

phalluses stacked in warehouse rooms where they get your pills to eat

 

so there i was, licking the dust off the floor of that goddamned room.

it tasted like mayonnaise and old racist cartoons.

and that plant i was growing was getting taller by the second

and smelled a putrid, oozy stench

(wooly parsimonious van clarke ding bop)

that shag rug that spoke chinese isnt getting any older

 

YOW!

BRRRRRRRR!

Sex is too good to keep!

The citizens of meat town need their hard earned sleep there

kiddie corner i walked right into the table

my abdomen split in two 

and gil scott heron proceeded to eat my pussy

 

I was tired so i took that hat off

and my hair dripped with purple sweat on account of that new medication

the doctor called me a pioneer but that only made me miss my dvd player

 

That evil body got up off the ground and pervasively strutted across the gazebo

those hips were straight murder wanted in 43 states of mind

of mine

it took to that garden like the first time a baby rides a bicycle

which i learned to do overnight

 

no more a thought

i was an automaton

and i couldnt breathe

that shifting floor around me quaked

and i moaned louder than hades ached

for tax reform and getting baked

in an oven like a fruit strudel 

 

the body approaching that exit beamed a smile at me through its crusty anus of a face

mine returned a blank stare that sounded like this

 

and all of a sudden it was far too late

the seal was broken and a psychotic break unleashed from that hole in between the wall and the floor

the jig was up and ego death could not help

i panicked words to bubble up through decaying crevices in my soul

and pried open my tired mouth like a public mailbox

 

O, for a lonely night in March

When a patriarch is being assassinated

and a herd of bison roam the city street

a greek chorus recruited by a firm in central asia

O, for a greek chorus recruited by a firm in central asia

O, what a refrain, as your devil speaks thy name

STEP AWAY FROM THAT DOOR