5 poems

ANCIENT SONG

I live to read about life going out.

Ornamental stingrays provide my empty starless night.

We do a porn tape and make a hot Mom gift.

I don't like life unless I don't get it.

There's sharks in churches, chickens with a sky.

Well, maybe we've got something to talk about.

There's not too much more of too much more.

NAME UNKNOWN

I bike from an apple.

I model a painter's gasp when manhunting hikes in an apple.

The model's skin is a friend to the poor.

The poor arise and model an apple skin manhunting painting asps on a bike.

Some centipede walks on water.

Traffic collisions cunnilingus places where there is no pain of birth.

Why do people pay each other?

NIGHT THOUGHTS AT TOFUKU-JI

Temple marshes fart razorsharp utters.

No way to know if I'm alive.

The past, the present, what's the end of farts?

Screwing frozen ducks here and there.

Love is a total waste of time.

A partly finished ceiling pities me from appliances.

I hope to authenticate in jail someday.

WAITING FOR WINE THAT DOESN'T COME

I eat hot fields of cleaned squid.

I'm a cross of titty flesh.

Under several, one could be and grow. 

I am the unknown corpse on a bed.

Sorrow, secretion, extinction. 

Wonderful to the taste are bat nuts.

A flock of birds are nuts.

WANDERING FAR AWAY

And thunder becomes bugs.

My elbows are garments on video linked black crosses.

The crows were leaving their gym earlier today when they bumped into my cock.

So happy is the animal anonymous to thinking!

In the end I start work on two heads.

The weather report tells me I rape one.

A random collection of dead animals is all the same.