he sneers the smiles of one thousand denials
all plain n' beguiled
his Irish-rose nose
bruised and wild
his black eyes
the same shade as the thoughts
of wet dreams
choking . . . now have praise!
has ruptured havoc and a victim's gaze!
child, where has it begun?
child, thou are not the bubblegum?
"Cheese a gut more than no-doze! She's a slut more than avocado! Jesus loves you, heel to toe! Beat the eat, haircut foreclosed...!"
and bang like that!
around shin bone of goat
good thing he wasn't alone
too bad it was with his family
and naturally they were all enemies
they were all cursed to know
the nature of all humans
his fate was locked
and stowed away
gasping . . . evening rain, evening rain
comes with death, and with death it came
so he owned his stillness and his bones turned to ash twist of fate thing of the past & his wife could not come up with a word to describe him when asked. as he burned a thought came she nearly blushed & gushed! "he who burns... what a cocksucker!"