As/Is







6.07.2007


my squid, my golf club

the floral tides of her yawnings
between obese to petite make outs
my little to my large wantings for

wandering out i could've kept
to myself my own private vertigo
i could've polka dots close dearly

should've would've pantyhoused
ooh la mascara if it weren't
for being so irritably pretty

much appreciation
for any appetite
to see you around

reciprocally i've as much
cubism for you as you
likely have for me

naive fed up friend thinking i'd
want to be filmed in so miniature
oh shit farewell elastic bouquet

eyelids pulled far back
into color of blue dishrag
and egg white ejaculate

i can pull a tongue out
as far as i can throw you
bring back my squid my golf club