Body Moving Away from This Hub
Us two pale danced around. Because of
my documents getting burned.
Raising
voodoo. We quiet these plagues without
provision. For the new frontier a riveting
beggar, pumping in the dirt.
I have so much booze in my heart.
This evening's through, "The lady
will pay."
Better than flies, teeth grew no
choir savage. I am glad for
any sound resembling
horned fellows
tremble shoving the bone
back in
Unmachinable lord, good apricot hunting.
Turtle meat tied to every dark edge,
"Sailor's Surprise." Shaman given vodka.
Wild like a hole.
Never letting anyone
see inside my mouth.