Aug
22
more cigarette boxes and Becky
dirty shifty spendthrift dingy
dilapidated, money wasting
the last toothache
tasting shitfaced pavement, craving all, mistaking,
(the storage boxes gaping voided)
Return and return to sender:
basement boring headfuck aching
taking threads of something woven-
your boxes stuffed with pliable cravings,
dirty words have dirty makings.
I don’t want no dirty dirt.
Let our 20 fingers touch-
they will cry to the celestial crankman in the moon-
“too much!”
and the
sarcastic loony’s toothy grin will
kill the night-moth’s wishes.
we’ll throw each other’s bodies out
to the pacific for the fishes.
