17 photos/ 4 poems

LIFE RIGHT NOW

Digitize the badly decomposed office.

I've never washed a statue's rapist clothes.

The sun spreading an ambulance slowly begins to sweeten.

Digitize its wink and spout

"I bed the head of a beetle".

CHEERY 

Her cherry often pops on camera

Then reigns down upon me

Bodies from the Bible.

All this pulp on camera

Forces the mountain to steal a body.

Days of calamity 

Pop cocks into bibles

And stuff fountains with cherries.

All the snow leaving the Bible

Forces me to suck the mountain.

THINK OUTSIDE THE NUN

I sing to the

Savior of skull.

Such is dull spirit

Invaded by flesh.

And blasts kill scores

Of flesh so stalled.

Their diarrhea falls,

Fucks a cats' mouse balls.

And I'm skulls of diarrhea

Then a parrot

Pit-patting where cat balls

Fuck my skull.

THEY PRETTY

Sands birth green sauce to oil the sky.

The blackness of an inner universe alternates souls.

Ants divide ash for the exit of cooling stars.

The sky recycles from mossy waste to bun.

The green sauce grows tits atop my mind.

Those who carve birds see the blackness that everything else did.