BOTTOM SQUASHAA
A NEW POEM FOR SEPTEMBER - SUMMER IS ENDING HEY YOU GUYZ.
BOTTOM SQUASHAA
bottom squashaa milky fillets, put your thick fingers into a bread roll, keep your teeth in your mouth. isn't ham supposed to be pink? the bones wobble and the cash money slips between those meaty flanks. jewellery left wrapped around carcass, milky flints found in cambridgeshire mineshafts or somethin'.
queen wobbly flesh, milk shylock of seventeeth arrindosements (sic).
another poem for september..
Flesh Walker
frozen flob, mean time has the power to elicit sparks of volomous intensity, carefully creased in three different variations, they slow up , their carcass shelved in pohotgenic foreground, the plaster cast reminiscent of recently deceased ceo. cold- licked tofu relegated to sub edit menu for lord.
