Condor

Your eyes are guns. Don't look at me. Okay, look.
Can't shoot me. I'm to fun to hate. To fun to date. To grown
to be a plate, platter-ware doesn't unshine itself any longer
the fad is to BE CLEAN these days.
Ovenware. Cladmits. I believe in the
supreme power of Friends Park. Porn is nihilism. Just
move the blossom. Gross over the park bore
bore? well, a boar's cynicism. A tough world for
a young pig anyway, growing up, dodging humans,
eating snails, collards, dust-shovels, earthworms,
micro/macrotopes, topes, topes, topes . . .
I mean torpedoes and ropes and Gandalf
hope lasers spearmint gourds gourds gourds
this is a prayer or a lament
this is a prayer or a mint
the latter will help you breathe
the former will save your life
Praise Jesus
palaise de Jesus
John's house
a clover ceiling
a lung a clueless dog a home-weird falcon a cock a handsome devil
your girlfriend comparing you to an egg
your money becoming insects
your penis enlarging its skeleton
your hands become butterflies
your snake dicing itself
the same splicing weirdos
the AV club
spice
extra-terrestrials
legal highs
David Nichols
Purdue researchers
naked weirdos
slipshod wankers
British hairdos
growing out bangs
growing out hashmarks
harvesting wet dads, clad? are we? is this real life?
the snake / the hard / the water / the clobe
madeup words
half-hard caves of snakepit snowballs melted,
now water, are hardcore lies not lies polls not polls
lies i'm serious i'm joking i'm
not listening you cannot
can't end your candor accountant
a condor
a fountain
birds are texting
what's next