candles burnin real bright
in the night
like a sugar ray fight now
peaches drippin real ripe
in the bedroom
i’m callin for a bite now wait
face
cigarillos lengthy needles
plump and juicy like the beatles
enchiladas balding papas
late night showers curtain rompas
sludge hole swishin in the bowl
and it’s impossible
not to feel inside the folds now
meatballs swimmin in my sauce
and it’s your loss
if you don’t let me touch your moss now wait
face... face...
(he has a flat tire
little does he know
i slashed ‘em)
There is no use there is no use at all in smell, in taste, in teeth, in toast, in anything, there is no use at all and the respect is mutual. (Gertrude Stein)