1.
this technique is for a hole in the world,
it’ll kick us off fine,
as long as I flip my light light lid.

Lid on my head is face,
Ask someone strong to open it for you.
; my heart is jam for your sammiches.

let’s go, long as I let go,

Stick my hands under your suspenders and play
telefone with your nipples. the signal turns
from my sticky, grubby nuts-stinking fingers,

around the circle of your leathern dancer’s
calves, your minuet ass, to licky, my dog’s
toungue in my mouth, which I offer up for

sacrifice and which they eat, that your teeth do eat,
as a delicacy at night, a functional
language by morning in the shitter.
‘
There are no delicacies for breakfast in my
book; in this town, we reget every moment we
are not going down, down, down on each other…

I look at pornography to feel ok before I fall asleep.
It saps my energy and makes eyes, lid lid, sleepy. I dream about work all night.

2.
down town, going to town,
I’ve been let go,
Lid on my life is overrail.
I, can I flip,

can I flip my light light lid?
Can,

I can do,
do I kiss, kick my asskiss ass.
Flip my lid.
flip my flapjack.
jack me off.
off my brother.

If i blow my top, would you still, still my heart,
blow me, blow me off? If I lose, if I lose my way,
if I lose, control, would you still, still my heart,
mark my way?

3.
Hi, love, I’m flipping my lid. MY life is not
over as we speak, but over here and over there, I said.
Look at my legs. The legs of Nathan lying as we speak,

like, on the grass. My blood flows as reek,
ever as it has. Muck is my gut, mixed with mud
is my eyes, mashed into dirt by where tanks fear to tread,

a tractor tire, a shingle tread.
no single-eye stare is so full o dread
as now I to poop in a word, all, to that:

tanks, our spirits r weak,
plz fuck all our bones into
soils and make em all come flowers.

Fire, fuck our mind to a
cloud to make it come screaming showers.,

4.
dear mud, I hate saving
quarters for to wash my dirty powers;

bathed, please quarter me and draw me as a line
on the diamond for runners on

and to indicate a foul.
Draw and quarter and draw me, pawn,
me-paste as a line on the soil
[
]to mark your way
as you move bass-
ackwards. Let’s go there,

As backward as we have to to remember
How we love, how high we live;
how light we kiss, when we love.

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