09-27-02 - 12:45 pm
rubber ducky floating on water
supper ready by eight thirty
sad breathing slow and cold
sick heaving vomit chunks in the snow
crab king on an island of sluts
bury a fish in a net like the shell of a nut
eat the fury ones, the scaley ones bite
bleed like hamburger and fry like salt
fuck damn shit hell said the little moth
pollution is air and air is words
your mind isnt real because i ate all your nerves
i ran my finger through your sand and found a golden watch that i wear on my hand
ill never know