swimming in a sea
of something other than water,
maybe lemon juice, maybe despair,
maybe confusion,
maybe we will climb a blindness tree,
and cut off body parts
the sea is blood,
the sky is a broken bone,
sitting there all alone,
the creepy man and my daddy
drank from her loving cup,
a savage biscuit
a deranged baboon.
myself excluded from the color blue,
rest in pieces
cause that is all we knew
we drank liquor, smoked crack,
escorted prostitutes around in our car,
hoping for a bisquit, or a small dead bird,
a song sweetly sung; that no one ever heard.
i am
jabba jabba hutt hutt,
the king of imposters,
my dick is huge,
(what I mean by that is;
i possess a large detective,
that follows me around,
with a tape measure in his hand
to remind me
of my tiny penis......)
"suck it, loser"
flibberty gibbit
way up inside your ass,
where the zaiette go.
there is chromium lava,
there is tectonic flow,
there is mayhem,
and an erection,
in the forest,
the dark rotting forest,
where monkeys go to die,
darkness, a black hole,
her name was Margaret Morris,
she is surfing the chromium lava,
wearing a bra, and panties,
eating a goddamn sandwich.
I hereby submit this work,
for my Pulitzer prize.
