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By Sean KilpatrickPraise She Luciferian Wombat Goddess
Who molested our birth certificate so we could age
Drove a unicycle up our foreskin to explain what dangles
She taught us leukemia secrets carved party hats into our hats
No one complains with a cumshot my address is most half loved men
We could smell our brains in the rejected pale we gave the dresser every sleeve
Met other hallelujahs in the salve and avoided phones out of self-defense
Mommy of stereos barking mouthwash at our jeans
Silent disemboweler of smooches how clouds disguise the planet
Her period contorts our eyes like player pianos crucified by seeing
O lost egg of Satan the pill we grew our tongues for breathing is a last resort
In the cannibal dingy our grand odors for a nattier Christ
Whose Sistine anus squeezes epic babies from the rain
Wills bladders with Nazi crayons weeping gold
Regardless the bastard sores a fancy masochist chats nonstop
We calamity goons showpony our bling hint rubble necklaces hum
Dickclamp memories shucks about everything shucks about life
A squeeze of chemical precision files obituaries down to trophies
She hasn’t opened her pores in twenty years to sweat cream-slick
Like a gravity of hornets in our cystoscope malfunctioning flowers
Hustle to bloat plant the knife wrist to happy tremble the prostate fatter glees
The rope shat from Mother around our neck in the shape of a heart
As the girls starve we keep their showers warm as the till box
Becomes lush with freckles we peer review big-ass woundsYou’re all senators to me senatorShe of American garbage betrayed by her separate arms calling tornados
Barbie satellites big-tooth jello a pond-scum of bosses lived her smile
pumped game in trailers boys administering itsy foam roaches petted the floor
perfumed leathers gleamed molecular measured her untucked maidenhead
a tag for no use voodoo bust chafing masturbating to the weather channel
dynamite regulated her puberty a Boy George kind of night from tree house
to honky tonk marriage she did laundry like Satan or hid dreams in meat
all who postured grit missed good neurons mean games of footsie
dressed up as Mark Twain dust of hickeys an almost mother’s pucker
squatted over mirrors sorting the stillborn gender from her whip
scooting three saintly haystacks over she stuck the storm
eyes worn fancy tampon for the drill she straightened a mouse maze
with her germs helped gravity become humungous G-force was handy
saddled a friend baby chickens giggling sexless hymns torn
nine to five barked at rivers her revenge to knit endlessly
awesome tradition brassiere stank like pig sex bruised tattoos manning up
heavy sinew collided dandruff like lollipops of church the daisy gnome
supple guardian pimento gal of much recession the pinups had Chlamydia
jump ropes in their underwear sang icy of high school ate lunch with the alpha
broadbanger pubes stuck in his burger they collected blood alimonies
her piss let hens breathe she had this hyper sensitive skill little advertised
showed the stripe huts smaller than a fingernail clue of bowels
imagine tattling how deserts vibrate no one ever noticed caucasians in the sand
thought of concrete munched eight hours thought of collocating flesh thumbs up
jerked her face a second corner sir that shit’s a triangle a tangled pyramid of butt
he flossed her sourballs with a textbook she posed gloat quicktime motherfucker
broke the corpse thumbs to show them nicer stress positions the petite furnace
giggled nasty yoga her baby curdled forth in slaughter she knew
weeping fat cabbages for safe order bland S&M front page nothing
the dogs were peeping flat Valhallas directions for their own hair
prayed in jail kitchens sat free at bars hunching bung hero of getting named@blakebutler
