Tuesday, December 28, 2010



EVEN WITH A WOMAN SO CLOSE

All's in black before entered.
The bank doors before any behavior.
Bank doors kill the same man they enter.

Any behavior is suspicious of black in a parking lot.
To rob a bank is what the parking lot is before.
The dead man was identified as a short chase.



DECENT UNREST

Wiping cunts on my mind.
Spiked cunts on grime.
No thyroids, though I'm starving.
Keep voting OD in 2011.
The rad thing is I photograph how I understand 
Cunt heights being blown and shown on TV on a boy
Having kids with his parents fed by my eyebrows told they just careered.
I'm missing 
White dinners needing to be beaten and hung.
My stinky white skin believes in a login.
2011 in cash.
White TV's being blown.
The person taking the picture must be nothing better to 
Starving cunts on my time.
The revolution of
Me blowing my parents.
We're in uncharted territory in that freedom.
Then twelve plagues fall from ten horns.



ONE LARGE AND TWO SMALL

Barely anything at all piled tight against the flying.
The countless, empty of life.
Heart attacks in the form of brie-to-ovenproof powdered light.
The fluffy emptiness of life.
Almost all already-reduced one-of-a-kind sheared 
Gardens scaly.
Proof.

1 comment:

zack sternwalker said...

Really dig the new collages and poems, especially Decent Unrest.
"2011 in cash."