vessels out the foaming scab.
Share the tiniest gag toys –
Macintosh licks magenta’s blush.
World ingrown teeth
Bob Dobbs gets drunk on the stock market crash.
Unglue the wish miracles you mistake.
Fossils display ashtray taxidermist.
Bionic cheetahs descry uncanny projections
of the sins that caress you.
Hot soup turns to syphilis;
a shock ruin tenses your body.
rainbows wrinkle during reverse season.
Kiss the dark lavender zephyr.
Marijuana is my anti-Inflammatory Zen.
If we dream like a robot
we lose our boners.
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