A Football soars between two flaming trees.
people start doing the YMCA or something.
One Hundred Wasps Look Through Your Open Hotel Room Door
(on route to the ice machine)
I am scratching my head with a pencil eraser thinking
‘VISCERAL GASOLINE IN MY EYES, VISCERAL GASOLINE IN MY EYES’
sweating again in the waiting room
dunking rolls of toilet paper in septic water
assembly line again, pipes again,
life is fake or something again.
A Gust of Wind Blows a Bunch of Farts Out of the Dentist Office
I trade all my molars for a pearl necklace
A ghost club where all the ghosts chill
chill by the edge of the graveyard
looking at a kind of hilly road
looking from one side of a fence
looking between black metal fence posts
skinny dogs in an apartment somewhere
spray paint and graffiti everywhere, complaining
nagging art, scathing crime
a bunch of shit
like infinite shits
Everyocean sealed up with Everydesert
i’m a real air breather, that’s me, i’m a real sun gets shined onner, no mistake, no mistake, i get thirsty all the time, thirsty and even hungry too. in fact, some have called me a real clothes wearer.