Varenukha Stepped Him Back To It

once on the limit of what lay bare
a spoonful seemed like a whole brain
lines of their perpendiculars
the mail contest to demystify email on arrival
it surrounds a vacuum how is that an answer?
all you need to know is Pam Anderson
this birthright thing is over amped
she came eightfold and developed hot bronchitis
he sold her afghan on ebay
now the sphere of influence is a butt archive
indexed circumstance overrides burning barn coincidence
at the third report that got them all agnostic
the man with the umbrella eating his Trix
in countless comparative ignorances of the soul
how did James Brown survive the Christian Chairmen?
bony and it could have been all of them at once or you
the whelp that made collar malfunction cool
we missed the barnstorming collapse
the tall ships of the tendon
if it wasn't the Bandwagon it was the rain dance
tomorrow you’ll major in burrowing
stiffen your augmentation with a rock hand
one derelict sunk more or less is acceptable laziness
there are queers in this place!
as if she could dress to be perfectly continuous
accentuate the weirdness with a kind of plate stripping
I dreamed of the cowboy at her bedside never closer
but that slow intersection was a natural law
break with the script and you forfeit your capstans
the comb in his pocket is lost
subversive as junk from a fictive rag
these us events are holding hostages saying aloha
to the apple in the ton of shit
I saw myself on a phenomenal trip
with pink Christmas wounds
Ian McKellen can play the unaccounted for rounds
on the day we reenact the zap of the zoomatic eight
to name the stoolie of the major soap disposal
and his unconfirmed Neapolitan conjoint