stream of consciousness poetry
 

write crap that first pops into yr head, why not

hey hey what do yah say
everything thing you're thinkin is a-ok
it's fate
audible bait
decreasing waist
pompous taste
it's a crack
at something I lack
totally intact
completely distract
in the sac
sexual snack
yah
I've heard that before and I'm ready for more
so let's get to it
the medics are eunuchs
waste sign mother in a love lost letter
you're better
than never
some kinda predictionless weather



sorry if this is a dumb idea or has ben done before/to death

let me see it
let me see it
let me see it
bend over
let me see it

just kidding.

Visionary ox
purple detox the cocks
over and over and
over and over and
over and over and
over and over again
The rush the adrenaline
Can you imagine them?
Finding our way
It's hard to say
So nugget.... just show me the way

Dipping my fist into your turquoist eyes
a sound like a crashing car,
your cry has such a melody
such melancholy,
to see you go now.
This gun is your hair,
my hand is your comb,
let me brush your locks and kill em' all!