Tuesday, October 28, 2014

Nazi rhino trumpet squawk

outside of the lens
we are close to orgasm

but this is not you it is
five hedgegogs and a dream pixie
of whom one has no knowledge

Nazis walk here with their rhino trumpets

why didn't you buy me a

'there is nowhere to go'

that would have made sense

I'm trying with this gingerbread to make
jesus in a bucket

and the braying of Buddhism like giant cows
foghorns through the fog
lament of dead souls how they sound
sailing slowly through
the graveyard far out
beyond at sea

with one tiny eye

you know the rest


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