Why can’t we live without ribs?
Me and my monkey
not enough dead zombies
across a campus shooting
stench of death
Beside Ben
this is drivel
Greco-Roman
Jupiter cardinals
singing frogs of
Alabama’s fury insanity.
Soul-kitchen.
I can cook too, in Spanish pictures.
Bugs Bunny-blender.
Sunny-Spanish-scalpel-souls.
Whiskey-bullets
in the kumquat ivory.
Fornicates, dies.
Like silken jazz.
rough blue shit explosions.
Now.
Now.
Here.
Penis.
Dis.  I see sex.
Keeanu Reeves.
Pointless controversy.
Shoot’em up, meteor storm far away, so why not now?