Sunday, December 13, 2009

weisbuden breduntasch

spelling bee

whipping cream

sour path sylvia

babysitter's dead

gautama of old
india gambling
grease at cockfights
in venezuala
venice beach dreadlock

dr. dre's chronic pasta pizza buffet weed

you dug into something with a lawnmower
that pitched into your head
like a jagged tooth
into hot spaghetti

a landmower that
mows the fucked up
lands of grass
to cut it's beard

and fucked up
and picked a tooth
from the grass
with a hot metal
machine

smoking cigarettes
cut from lusty tobacco farms
where that shit is sweltering in a
Virginia variety show
just a puffed up
donut cloud
dreaming pancakes
dead berry trees
planting people
in rows
growing their
hair long
and cooking it like
hot spaghetti

eternal like those things

when i met you
it was familiar
it was a thing
like tires spraying through the mush of wet snow
or the way beads of glass dip and hang from
the tightrope stretching
through town

it was eternal like those things
and there were powerful vibrations between us that
resonated in perfect harmony

i rolled like a barrel
down a federally protected dune
chasing red water
in a seaweed costume
and dartboard snowballs
with motorist degrees
made a fire ceremony
in the mead trough

we almost drowned
foaming through cold salt