Friday, November 18, 2011

great mouths that come at you and keep coming

the keyboard in its own desire that
shoves a new shape before the sitter
and sender the subject and pig

in acts of slow love the woman
puts the gun in the mouth of the sleeping man
collapsed by the memory foam bed
blows it off down his throat
out his ass through the bed
through the floor
through the head
of the old lady in the room downstairs
who doesn't miss a beat
lower still into the sack of shit
she been wanting to remove forever
but never has
petrol can in there explodes house burns down
etc screams, mostly silence

shit she didn't mean
but hey

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