Saturday, July 9, 2011

saturn commands jaja

feeling the heavens open with hot sun blinding my 3rd eye,
mama's in revolt wont kill anyone as baby tears are muffled in the old cougar's lounge.
yesterday i was fondle my alan Ginsburg guru
again and given whys i write like this in odd meanings
 ramble  my head   objects  the reality the choice on days on days
 oh sarah finding your inner you
  not easy as you become ice cream, an
delight dairy treat in frozen culture chaos
  thoughts of finally losing your period
 given me some bloody ill whack thoughts
  freedom from overnight wads
 chewing the conversant
 air hershey bars
has me roaring for more
squash from the jardin
hoping vegs work for
internal .