21.12.06

Brokenalone

I sit and I stare
nothing but air
between
left right

So I hit the skids
Marks in my
Underground Bullet
Veins that spew
Glued to the stink

O, Ho
or H tizzo tizoo taree
Trees burning all around
Laid out on the ground
I inhale twigs and dirt
flurt with the sky
and fuck science blind

Duderotomy 13:41
"Money, make it"

So
I roll my own
Grow bones in the kitchen cabinet
where magnets and roaches
have Mexican standoffs

youz jagovs
I heard one say
then I sprayed it
and watched it roach scrotum
excrete roach dung
sputum shooting out its
dungarees and B-V-D's

feelz the breeze

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