I already said that. Or have déjà vu or
dyslexia. I got myself into this mess.
I’m so lucky and happy in my still life,
Olfactory Toast. There’s enough butter to
spread a knife around so I get so antsed up I
scream into the gauzy eyes of YOU MOTHER
FUCKER!! These are the same lozenges that
amp up the ecstasy glaze over the orbs of love.
Let’s just say I court a glaze over my eyes, and
you too, maybe a quart of glaze between us.
Who’s to see what’s skating upside down
and frozen underneath it? These aren’t actual
lenses / neither processed with pharmaceutical
prescriptions much. These are just plain water
with no blue poison thrown right over each
blinking heap at minus forty; & this week no
cream additives and no artificial sweeteners.
You’ve the luxury of a stool at the bar with a
pain in the ass waitlist clung to a pain in the ass
waiter in a hard winter rain. I am such a
glaze of orbs redacted by love, so lucky
and happy in my mess. I am so toast.
dyslexia. I got myself into this mess.
I’m so lucky and happy in my still life,
Olfactory Toast. There’s enough butter to
spread a knife around so I get so antsed up I
scream into the gauzy eyes of YOU MOTHER
FUCKER!! These are the same lozenges that
amp up the ecstasy glaze over the orbs of love.
Let’s just say I court a glaze over my eyes, and
you too, maybe a quart of glaze between us.
Who’s to see what’s skating upside down
and frozen underneath it? These aren’t actual
lenses / neither processed with pharmaceutical
prescriptions much. These are just plain water
with no blue poison thrown right over each
blinking heap at minus forty; & this week no
cream additives and no artificial sweeteners.
You’ve the luxury of a stool at the bar with a
pain in the ass waitlist clung to a pain in the ass
waiter in a hard winter rain. I am such a
glaze of orbs redacted by love, so lucky
and happy in my mess. I am so toast.
