picking out pain / pruning pricks
taking a bath / boiling ticks
trial and error / man in the mirror
washing out varnishes / vanishing spirit
sallow and shallow / the pitious pauper
goes out to graze / and gets wet in the water
he runs to the river / and swallows the sea
he swims to his stomach / he rides to his knees
he opens a window / he fights off the breeze
the words get worse when the wine hits white woman wishes she wasn't a wife we watch her walk off worries while Walker whips the kids
lotion in the basket neuken in de keuken i keep my shit elastic i give your shit a poke-a
autobiographical, logical, empirical the scientist is magical his measurements are miracles a story that speaks volly-umes (albeit half-satirical) his birth was very audible his mother quite hysterical the pain was quite unbearable his baby head was tearing her his brain too big and spherical now grown he studies politics his metrics mainly cranial a useful one for lobbyists his biases all genial
A crack / a cry for battle, by kings with crowns / cast downward to knights kneeling / not even whispers from / the fat spinsters who mock the men / will let my little girls / go untilled by that sharpness / sheer avarice those boys! / they toil brother's ancient venture / vast sageness of fathers / far forgotten creatures of it / they creep in the fields burn / battered female calves for harvest / held in farms raptured vengeance / captive veal let me fallow / allfather my reeds grow high / how easy i keep my flowers / fat leaves fruiting with / wide bruises of rotten pink / pluck it all off cap me cleanly / corpse of rat my throne grows up / through the oats
Born under two stars / blue storm womb eater / man and woman Lady Ash / Lord of Rainhome grown sainted / by god-swift bow sword of paper / metal pen clouds ripe with / mouths grinning wide heaven places / heavy hopes Breastplate lacquered / lips gone chapped she writes a letter / "Whether it reach you, lover, / read like I whisper to / your wide hips and our hands pick / hot flowers from silken groves / grip this ode as if my words / were woman." "I will return / in raw heat to suck nectar / your sweet flecks of sweat, your mouth / my bounty I gasp here / passion grows high I can feel your touch / take me skin burning with / bright yearnings for pleasures / we could yet play."
I took out all the coins I snuck into your basement in Bondurant, Des Moines; I grabbed your little brother I brought him to the street I said "start dancing, cowboy" and shot him in his feet. I shot your little brother I shot your mother too I shot your baby sister and she was only 2; I walked her to the basement her fingers on my thumb I couldn't pull the trigger. I snuck out of your basement in Bondurant, Des Moines; Your little brother's dancing with all my stolen coins; Your mother's hands are shaking your sister's having fun she finds her little daughter up playing with a gun. I crept into the warehouse