Friday, September 24, 2010

eengleesh eye balls


THE KING OF CUSTARD AND ALL HIS LIARS

hark the echoes
hail those dings
absolute perfection
whispering swimmigs
hear them dongs
fertile futile
before the almighty bang
nay speck aligned
whole in won
under this sun
dusting birth
all them pretty pretty stars
body buckles
almighty new light
crash down curdles
crumble this sandwich ~ ~ >
< ~ ~ graze these knees
duck butter wo/ander ~ ~ >
< ~ ~ chin rub shines
trans eex deep pressor
snow flecks to beckon
our black breaded teeth