Saturday, December 13, 2014

nightchip every night

 



nightchip every night

now go choke yourself in your
gridwork of pumpkins
there is a fried pumpkin for every
dead cheap chap in heaven
in your pasture you keep dead schroeder
tight packed tight racked
bud of death hungry lion
i wanted you to consider cheap replacements
was i wrong
cheaped chips prevail
there will be butchering in pasteurized
pumpkins' hearts
keep your eyes in orange tangerine
where your company devours spikes
serioused by truths
company' rules
wall of shrugs