Some say my poetry is immature…

Sitting in a seat at a movie theater semen flowing out of puss pudding, Intestine bile bubbling on your mom in San Francisco. Burn a hole for the stomach acid and damn it hurts. Taking a breath is like dodging cowards. Proper way to write innit? Mustard on your shirt and collar. Your half deaf and too fatigued to breathe. Your teeth clench and grate. Holding back the urge to lay in the shower and puke…

Cinderella/ don’t get up tight/ just send franklin/ up his kite/ telegraph the dynamite/ The hunger hurts wonders/ the mother gives birth/masterbate for hate/lacerate the earth/

Refreshing when your face is not sure if its got a cold. Hunchback could be done in London. Thinking of war and shows, or where they go? Rome is rotting.

Forensic shadows alien plateau/ symbiotic lovely relationship/ im great and im hip/ eternal suntan/jump ship/ daddy long legs/ I heard they couldn’t kill you/ but they still got the strong poison/ I stay shew/ funny fake the most intense wank.

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