Puta Putain & the Buick Le Sabre
Puta Putain and the Buick Le Sabre
in a well maintained two car garage
your ladder missing
just a couple rungs
in a well maintained two car garage
my balls up somewhere
behind my lungs
she frowns upside down
after 6 colored kickballs
her upside down frown
on my a la carte hang down
after 6 colored kickballs
nothin but back fill, back hoe
fill in filler
nothin but back fill, back hoe
fill in filler
after six killer
patiently waiting
for my fill in filler
waisting time with pretty little Puta
hoping to feel
her esophageal
Puta Putain
oh so real
Puta Putain
hoping to feel
Puta Putain
her esophageal
in a well maintained two car garage
Putain drops her jaw
and swallows my Le Sabre
my Buick Le Sabre
my Big beige Buick Le Sabre
Puta Putain and the Buick Le Sabre
Puta Putain and the Buick Le Sabre
Puta Putain and the Buick Le Sabre
Puta Putain and the Buick Le Sabre
Lime Infused Poetry Rag
LIME INFUSED POETRY RAG
no concrete success at choir practice
partner particle firecrackers
unaccountable chiropractors
dark matter paracuse
mad hatter syracuse
rash indecision
slips of the tongue
wild precision
attila the hun
wringing out the extra sauce
onto my pickled bun
multiverse publicist
universal cuttlefish
boxing ring tarot cards
super string pteropods
wiping up the pteropods
with my lime infused poetry rag
tetracyclene christmas eve
lime infused poetry rag
from my standard model grocery bag
and your lime infused poetry rag
epi cycle wash my feet
with your lime infused poetry rag
wiping up my buddies brains
with my lime infused poetry ra
preventing blood stain
with a lime infused poetry rag
Back Flip Crab Dip
backflip crabdip
back hoe
fill in filler
after 8 colored kickballs
nothing but backfill
after 8 colored kickballs
nothing but backfill, back hoe,
and fill in filler
patiently waiting
for my fill in filler
after six stolen uhauls
filled with nothin but backfill, backhoe,
and fill in filler...
i had finally
had my fill of backflip crabdip
six missing uhauls
filled with backflip crabdip
Hummingbird Rooster Cave
Hummingbird Rooster Cave
can’t find it if you wander
up and out,
is the only path to the hummingbird rooster cave
continuous super plus and ultra rapid movement
a matter of will
just to stay
more or less still
flappin them tiny chicken wings with no genetic memory
and no chance of lift off
showered with showers
as sweets becomes sours
as they flap up and out of the humming cave rooster bird
each seperate piece
no more than a third
and a little late delivering
a pre post ming dynasty vase with proper papers pending
lose the race
while keeping pace
they wave at you flapping up and out
of the hummingbird rooster cave
the finast cheese flavored bending
schmoozers cut from high school athletic boosters
who might hum a tune or paint your face
forget disgrace
go ahead quick
take the vase
while keeping pace
as they wave at you flapping up and out
of the hummingbird rooster cave
Bring Me a Pen
bring me a pen
somebody bring me a pen
i’ve got an idea
somebody bring me some paper
I’ve got a pen
somebody call my producer
it’s time to go for it again
somebody answer that phone
no, i’m never here
tell em not to take that tone
no I’m never here,
or there
not that you would care
cuz I’m not the kind of guy
you could love
not the kind of guy because
I’m an artist
and I don’t give a shit
Basement Hideaway
Steven Sondheims basement hideaway
Clouds rise!
Rainy, rough sails swiftly command a warm, old shore.
Courage is a misty sail.
Tunas sail!
Big, dead moons quietly command a rainy, old girl.
The pirate dies like a lively girl.
Never desire a reef.
Faith, faith, and desolation.
Lads grow like old seashells.
Sailors travel like rough pirates.
God, endurance!
Fast, faceless flours pufflyhustle a cold, misty scumbag.
Never love a dildo.
Rise calmly like a old wave.
The rainy captain calmly views the shark.
Endurance is a stormy wave.
Love, death, and love.
Where is the warm shore?
Why does the girl die?
Condoms suck!
The scumbag gabs like a small preteen.
The old booze pufflyloves the preteen.
Wee, desolation!
All boozes buy noisy, slimy boozes.
The dusty furniture quietly loves the scumbag.
Faith, exhaustion, and work.
The dusty doorway poofly sells the doorway.
Exhaustion, desolation, and anger.
Preteens fuck!
I can't believe
that you don't love me
now I must walk away
and leave you here to die
you fool
All boozes get rainy, slimy preteens.
Flours work!
Shrink goofily like a slimy doorway.
Why does the flour fuck?
Cold, grimy dildos roughly hustle a dark, rainy preteen.
Never hustle a booze.
Work loudly like a old furniture.
Trolling for Trouble
we trolling for trouble...to no avail.
half hearted effort like no wind or no sail
sandcastle hassle without shovel or pail
a nugget of smoke no hammer no nail
no frilly perfume paper in yesterdays mail
collard greens pale to that dark green kale
forget to hit skip flip chip and dale
ho no ladyboytoy busdriver snail
rock solid crumple simple little tommy shale
automated sign in and a hay eating horse bale
masterporn abatement system more readier to fail
without rain or snow, or sleet and hail
no escargot fussbudget bernaisse on a snail
whip out the works on the uncanine rail trail
lest u mess up and out of that new craven yale
with warp wefting waft we wack jerry vale
so discourse discusses the moon moaning whale
fuck kernal potter get me sargent zale
405
405
I got an attitude
for your god damn platitude
I feel so alive
whenI drive
on the 405
read my face
if you want space
I'm gonna ride you
gonna try you
I feel so alive
whenI drive
on the 405
how far will you go
before i blow
I feel so alive
whenI drive
on the 405
Riggle Let O
Riggle let O'Halrahan grow calmly like a big street
action and work
grow calmly like a big street.
cars work like old guys.
never hustle on a train.
god, gob, bod sock, soggy bog
griffin dunne type anger
dark rainy sidewalks of new york
calmly desire a fast fist
let gilda verdi rainy truck sidestep splash
lets say rainy again
rainy.
action and work.
grow calmly like a big street
faceless hunchback quietly desires
a grimy hot italian sports car
hail a cab driven by sean the mick
quick
never buy a job
corners gab and blab like misty eyed owners
never get flowers
for a chick you've known less than 72 hours
never fight for a job
where is the dark girl
the jackhammer eats and creams a hot pearl
as you slowly grow your turf
in a non violent fashion
action, and work.
Grow calmly like a big street.
Why does the worker walk?
Why does the sidewalk work?
Walk roughly like a dead corner.
Grow calmly like a big street.
CHARLIE'S MUSINGS