YEAH YEAH
Full
hap the drills you got into, mint zingers,
already
you full yet the for tone us?
Drabs.
Quibbles on the pike,
Sunrise
Highway, mete me at the moves.
Sap
onerous pliable keeps,
the
tired weeps and ringers
blab
a ton and bubble snaps to whatever.
Sucker
punch and you pull, droves in cars
upon
an over, endings to pops
and
head lights. Another boring
the
night, no specters of dandies in heels.
You
know you never know
what
squall kills in neon, a moody
the
nickels, shapes to shift
and
nooks, the door is not a jar.
Two
positives make a negative, wander.
Those
are my principles.
If
you don’t like them,
I
have others.
LUCKY
MISS
Capper
hampers and magma moo juice,
miss
saying the crocus of copper, banjo bliss beams
and
orchards of shucks, vole
questions
and rusted girders, a flamingo
pinks,
your drama in the walnut.
Of
one and a dichotomy heartache.
Simpleton,
there is no time
so
go get it, under the stand?
The
door is Tony Soprano, a bit that is crooked
and
awe, swell, the yang
of
equity, the pile saw knee jerk whisky.
Lucky
thirteen on a hot note,
cough
up for a chaser down genius,
school
more for whilst, flash art,
bangs
and big the whimper
of
salts, what says you.
THREAD
THAT NEEDLE,
BABY
Close to put and shot
at, your Žižek
toy to the tender
buttons
when cranium drabs in
bevy bergs.
A flip in fresh,
leisure to coops,
pens in drinks,
quasars for dispersal founds,
shipper bands frond,
freezers
a la modular, open
feelers of machine.
Organ shoppers,
grates,
chilly cliché
of whacks, but whatever
do you mean by job?
Blown glimpse of pro
to fess to up.
Valence means
valence,
can you hear me know?
Zaftig callipygian
freak,
Shish Kabob and
you’re becoming.
When yep not pay,
flagrant
the stars of a tragic
strip.
PLAYING
ROOKIE
Let me tell you about bubelah, small shim la,
barb on hence, secreting hoops,
groupers of zippy
and goop, hilly turners on the clicks
when responses suck skirted.
Bus you in fractions, Mr. Blue
I’m just getting to again,
white bleat of those speakers.
Rock zero out class bound,
radio free shit, literary
makes you look thinner.
Curious George kilo blights, radical
beer and zoinks! go the char
tubes, theme song migrants bluster
keeps, your mother’s
maiden name. Rock in the face
poor blaster column, electro
thingy on the clacks, a simper and boil
for glue stick goals, Mr. Ed.
Slap shot singers, nets
in rains, October harvesters in sheets,
everybody smokes in nights,
cold at haps the odds of quicker.
Stuck chokes.
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