automatic poem for the time-travelling pizza boy, 2 (2010 on a foreign couch)
mr. - - -
look away, i'm joking! (or
melting) suv grid this gift we
are about to recieve, occupied
and curious untangling of lights
strung early, through the
night whole mockery tails i don't,
then again, it's deep and all different,
there's a woman for you.
throw to block all bets and four years
ago this would hence seemed quite
shapeless, too custom to last. solution-
fine! may we 1/3, 2/3, resorts.
i advice against holding it.
oh, parallel creation! evil twins, my color
and i tell you, be not confused with hands up!
perfectly symmetrical violence
ours didn't, how'd you, i had to, why i never -