Wednesday, September 3

Medium new.

FAT TO FRUIT

 

Eating grease meat

On soaked Styrofoam

Shit in my pants

And bleach in my dreams.

 

I’m sitting at the bottom of myself here

In a little dirty chair

But when the last bell rings

Terrible through the air…

 

I will stand up!

I will shave all my hair off!

I will be aerodynamic and air conditioned.

I will cut into the new dance I do not know.