Posted by jim picklewink on March 13, 19100 at 15:54:18:
clams clams clams
she said to me in sprinkling
of passion and twisted metal
earings piercing elbow
piercing shrill of a singer
let me out of my misery
or, rather
let her out of her own
how can she continue to be
yet another egg
in a broken dozen
who cannot understand that
i like to drive my iroc fast
and clams to those who
try and stop me
pejoratives aside, this chick
has got too much curd blockage
to allow fresh atrianism
into her sub-cerebral mischotomy
clams, she says again
and i look her straight in the forehead
and bleed my icey blue
toilet flushed 2000 times
respond/repose/rescinder
"to which wing does the hot sauce belong?"