Sunday, March 29, 2015

Disappointed

Family quasi trial mane priest drone land causes puck friend world nair donny pulp quirk sake preen toss a family quaint worldless stumbling troubled cold waif rolled dark climbing drained stopped a bird trouble climbing caskets flowers yard a mother says I am here.  Quote her slow failing which is a  head in her hands tossing no combing no bathing no medication no kindness no help.  Queer stumbling land stars stink place I stuff collapses into the shaft of me.  Queer clauses toss my mind here and are pulps of a don naked and troubled part of life is love here I am queer naked soft moosey stark and bothered I am stopped and dark and lost in a friend's drink without words, without penises or love.  Suckers silt the density of my tank filled silt donning freedom to shave my drums I am pained with night.  Flaws skull roses Mandy Angie .  I file my wain flowering shit.  I called roses laughter. I bothered anger he thought of stinking as a nut troubling God with hate.  Teenage brothers seek love from my troubles not often not lossed not cold not pain.  Wards of rest..  Positive callings weird as a night with a panther creating money from a rot ting class.  Bullshit Marxism is a chaotic taste of rape and shame.

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