Sewer Kisses

 The waste-pipe is a post-modern wet dream
all the animals in their nests
while the sun is a sugar mouth,
consuming verse in tidy slaughter

... I was your cardboard denial,
with silken veins in Florine woods of new dismissal.

Find me in the socket behind the immaculate reflection
of the heaving rock and roll piss fountain

selling time for silence,
in the barrel roll cluster-fuck obscurity
of broken science detuned to light
shining out from the golden ass
of pop psychiatry.

Intravenous convenience lunch box
morphine soldier / pornographic union

...with the rotten butter smile
of the next accomplishment
we sell our vital organs to the scene...

don't forget the cutlery,
cause we are making love to the toaster...

crystal dog food glass pipe ceremony  
Lord, please get me ripped if even in dreams.