Made In Japan
I.
I find you romantic in the front
The way you sway with carnivorous sails
Cracks of rock undulating like the undecorated
Chocolates, graceful and so. . . so separate
Tangible within glances like a medicine proffered
And always the offer against
except for knees that buckle under like ease.
And in your front of sapphire
You’ve got the junk
I’ve got the gear for turpentine
To clean you like someone’s rapist
I sleep in the graveyard while you pass by
Unsuspecitngly, creeping up
A successive Spanish hurricane.
Is it me or is canola
just rapeseed now spanking the monkey?
II.
Corded eyelids are too lacy to contemplate
Animals first birthing innocents
Whenever the lip does tell
Pray tell what circled pervert understands zombies? --
Though skeletal my tongue is alive
With the turpentine inside me
I’m an original
(except for gruesome console systems --
offer not valid in Japan)
before we circled the lip green which said
before we went violent to the jugular my heart set against escape
backing away from heart attack that friendly stone
Dear pit I now know how to smoke
And garages fed with magnolias videotape revealing
The scent of cookie dough in your pits
The editor recalled a talisman which will
Cross Sagitarius that reborn dwarf
and is a window jousting forks of pelicans’
taught falling towards knees fell out of love steadfast
sucking,
sucking chocolate,
sucking shortcake,
sucking misery,
sucking Discord:
the dancebeat builds into one fish’s media on drugs.
I.
I find you romantic in the front
The way you sway with carnivorous sails
Cracks of rock undulating like the undecorated
Chocolates, graceful and so. . . so separate
Tangible within glances like a medicine proffered
And always the offer against
except for knees that buckle under like ease.
And in your front of sapphire
You’ve got the junk
I’ve got the gear for turpentine
To clean you like someone’s rapist
I sleep in the graveyard while you pass by
Unsuspecitngly, creeping up
A successive Spanish hurricane.
Is it me or is canola
just rapeseed now spanking the monkey?
II.
Corded eyelids are too lacy to contemplate
Animals first birthing innocents
Whenever the lip does tell
Pray tell what circled pervert understands zombies? --
Though skeletal my tongue is alive
With the turpentine inside me
I’m an original
(except for gruesome console systems --
offer not valid in Japan)
before we circled the lip green which said
before we went violent to the jugular my heart set against escape
backing away from heart attack that friendly stone
Dear pit I now know how to smoke
And garages fed with magnolias videotape revealing
The scent of cookie dough in your pits
The editor recalled a talisman which will
Cross Sagitarius that reborn dwarf
and is a window jousting forks of pelicans’
taught falling towards knees fell out of love steadfast
sucking,
sucking chocolate,
sucking shortcake,
sucking misery,
sucking Discord:
the dancebeat builds into one fish’s media on drugs.
