spelling bee
whipping cream
sour path sylvia
babysitter's dead
gautama of old
india gambling
grease at cockfights
in venezuala
venice beach dreadlock
Sunday, December 13, 2009
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
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
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
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