The Percentage That Wished to Associate

she was a one man imbroglio
that kid could hammer some Brahms
driving the car in a box of acrylic shitfaces
the flotsam of a base Nilla
thinks she’s the river from which whatever
convinced of her own omega vitamins
nipped here and there like a bulldog on sciences
t-bones out the gills and earlier bereft
a subtle Tyson worried about his impossibility
in a stupor position of snakes
canopy lots offered free
no spoke wheels on your claustrophobia
versatile in the kitchen as a cutting threat
even skinny she’d have had no lap
to spotlight buried herself in gamuts
billing her hair as a common hazard
then sis comes on and discharges for the gay
hayride to the bridge sunk in the port transpacific
your visit is not appreciated neither
is it cozy to put you on these ingots
a considerable boat of gravy was in the making
the shiv you got cheap uptown
bisex we mean an adjective you accept bare
faced the conman in the cow pen sated him
with a story and a puff of dullard tons
the gluts are a mine of seasonal want
and you whacked golden for her perspective gavel
a guy named Greg Aerated wants to see your tats
as devious as these pixels as half stops
we live to watch the apple become a fatal jam
in the throat of the frumpy martini some warpage
one thumb goes up to the uses of the windpipe
“I told a man once with my bare hams”
become a fixture