the qualified fucking machines are buried
the curious ever doubtful
terrifying in their malls and matching utensils
scoring obsessively:
purple for sad, flickers blue for broken
hours worked hard on the windshield
pressed and puckered, O sweet uniform
old forms pissed baby brown, bombarded
by awful skin ultimata
one passenger, same shit
I, you, beautiful electromagnetism
keeping our Corpus in delicious seed
sweet pie summertime
matriculated like mattering
Man's care of having balls, gigantic lasting day.
Tanec Rayl
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sodomise-if-dinner/
