Wednesday, February 23, 2011

If You Wait, Wet

Interwoven strands of time
Hairclipped in place
Pigtails punked

Plough through leather libraries with your bulldozer of knowledge acquisition
It was nice knowing things.

Good morning, world
Deoderant, underarms, under cities, subway potpourri
Gaunt grace glanced glidewards, glinting

Gumwads ground into fiberglass seats
Polished with the ass of a metropolis
Herringbone clouds catch you.

Trick stomach twists tangled tongue torque
It's like a visit to the spam doctor
Take two *plop* and call me in *plop*

Punchlines pulled.
30 gross to the bushel
If you wait, wet.