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 .