size up the sawdust
from my crooked dreams
that well up in Massachusets
they call themselves "finger fringe"
they catch my hair and stare at my palms
ride my eyes as they crawl up from underneath the scab of my memoirs
crucify yourself and don't forget the whiskey schnapps
howl out sentiments of good humor and good nature
scam the seas and watch them spaz out
"God needs to apologize, the son of a bitch!"
i scatter your pride over my Frosted Flakes and devoyer the essence of cream and dread
sticky steam rises from the grass and tells you to
"Fuck off! Did you for get the mayo??"
i lie in a pool filled with sideways glances and clenched fists.
marry the blind photo and swing for a lie
thinly veiled accusastions spread their legs and say "Wanna bite?"
terror is the final touch
enjoy your cake...i hope the dirt is to your liking