is that snake alive or is
that muddle one the most terrifying
noise of my childhood
and i grew up on e. louden
oh dear fantasy low self
started with tits
the same family runs
violent string making
what would be the shape
of the female
i can appreciate
drink them quite rudely
more experiments by chinese
in a mess of antidotes
the space we do to ourselves
a woven blanket of pills
represents (an average human lifetime)
something i forget
so i pinch monday cannabis
because it makes white light
of poet laureateship
i see the color of the chord
and it pulls me
