poetry falcon's Post

crickets in casserole yearning for cream in the heart of corn country hand held by the corn queen awaiting acid corpse eyeballs of my hometown mother as if to become sex changing into or transmogrifying if you will into the choir crime urine yak on a ferry of followers to pink and fake hatred toward the guts of twenty thousand dollars and what it might mean at four thirty in the morning as frypan free glass sour cream brain guys lip their gloss over black bowls sold to unhealthy wax mothers sometimes notices in the crotch of the unsmiling galaxy smell the one that humanity programmed through cheerful swashbuckling survival nobodies plotting ruthless fierce ambitious characters of clueless teetering complexity clarifications AN ECLIPSE in training scorched fresh and clear like a cold blood shotgun a few inches from note motives staring through self-conscious erudite hubris at the invention drawn by forgiven glinting unwilling hands and the smile is a hammer madame ring-tone beamer moon neath my velvet xylophonic frag soaked scrum pubble
By: via poetry falcon