Farmer school requires overalls; i just needed an  ATAC  that runs off the blood of my armies

The parchment puckered    
shoved more tongue than you ever would  
cheap soft foam disk laser guns from the yellow dollar general store  
frosted flake crunch as kids under the dining room table  
   
stomping cereal  
   
twist off beer top was too easy  
you broke the bottle and cut your hand on green hot garbage glass  
blue neon Krylon crept in my nightmares  
grey gravel under railroad tie train jumpers  
   
dad hooked them with the steel extendable hobo rod    
someone threw away a perfectly good vagabond grabbing stick  
   
if i'm a broke bastard  
let it be from buying frozen screen glitch sex poses  
black inverted pentagram verse    
from trendy depressed bob haircut girls    
   
fierce fertile eyes like mine staring back from the crowds  
in blue vintage housewife dresses  
designer pumps and page poetry pushing delicate fingers  
where our dreams apparate    
   
overworked scream architects build their cityscapes    
on endless budgets  
stoning commandment corner preacher creepers  
damning the waging endless desert wars  
   
biblical whores  
busty breeders  
but that's what this world lives for  
a millenniums proven that orgasms and Death sells  
   
our wicker chair blanket forts hold back the boogeymen    
so we crawled through the white drop ceilings submarine hatches  
warm chocolate cake sunlight hit our skin  
what seemed like the first time green grass meadows everafter  
   
these weathered wooden fence posts held us back for so long  
sutures suckling at the tit of deaths door  
these dense forests huff with frustration    
as Dorothy's walk by picking apples  
   
Mayans playing Pits on crumbling sacrificial courts  
we drank liqueur in the wake disaster    
"cheers"  
poured from spinning globe bars in the study of rich folk  
   
they scribed scripture in bullfighting ring rage red  
11pm she spoke of Mcdonald's cheeseburger runs drunk  
etched the picture framed walls of her house in my memory  
these nerve endings are at the end of their rope  
   
we broke down as hail fell from cutthroat stratus clouds  
lightening bolts leapt from the finger paint of god's  
and so Mexico held your hands as you got forearm tattoos inked  
all of the petite blonde German women crying in the floor  
   
and me waking up in warm sleepless sweats  
not hearing  
not seeing  
"i Love you."