18 April 2010

Real Tenuous Living

Will end him with a baseball bat.
Will leap away crying that the last time a penis had been anywhere near there "it was rape."
Will keep up with what-if's at Isamu Noguchi.
Will not get anywhere.
Will not get anywhere.



Like Jim Gaffigan in Les Miserables or something like that.



Will raise a horny chill down upon the S curve that is the back bone.



Is a growing-older man who does not know the difference, will not cooperate, is made of pomegranate juice concentrate, is wearing two tee shirts that are strangely layered as if both neck holes are straining for the opposite shoulder

and the gold shoes are not working, and the black Doc Martin boots are not working, and the acid washed jeans are nearly white and not working

and the lights are not working, and the like is not working.