In order to return to purity, the universe issues
A retard that buys me crack.
I can tell from your eyes you're thinking
It just ain't bright.
Randomly paced poets sample brands of hummus off of frog clits.
An empty case of beer houses a bird
Tweeting until it skips ahead in years.
Deforested genders linger, parched and indistinguishable.
Swimming through an immunity
Within the blood
Some nun pussy, unsafe
You press a superb
Grape on whatever vines are lowered
Toward the silent neon-flicking ants
Scurrying into caves that hum
Beside the toenails
Receding from the spray
Of tingling fun pleasing a Starbucks mom
Barking at my inertia,
And hung on cogs.
Her note from the underground reads:
Coming out coming out coming out coming out,
My asshole’s glowing!