there's something about you

i'm impressed with your 26 teaspoons

if your binocular is emo

it is your sky

black train koo i go to sleep and thump your text

if this moon doesnt have a left toe, the toe is greedy

meow to moses, the snow was black and gold

dust my anguish

fire my nylon with a thump of a rock star

emo is run by the govt. of fire

sit on my coat, my ankle is

cheating

bird, rich red; mosquitos cut the red

pirana, do this; pirana xmas fish curve

u want to whiten your money

wear a black nailed koala

your dad and the trees, follow the sargeant

here is my dust

my people and children

lost children

beat the steering wheel

of the machine here

bacon, blue nails, u were blue?

u thought a crawlspace should do?

stretch your ankle bag

my name tags

keys in my purse

my lost meow

the baby is lost and bubble-punk

black rain platitudes in my crawlspace

the grave of somebody

i learned how to punch

i found your moon

your dollars

i beat the keyhole

of your church

hunger we can boil

your insatiability

follow the money

i am the dust, the fire, the air

your country meows

u are running, maria

and it is your sky

tomb red, red, provide all the rain

he heard the cry of a bird in the moon

my left toe is your crawlspace

she and a thump

god is not a waxed meow

scorch emo with your multi-cultural ankle

oh how the lake is boiling

go home to your beets

text while u sleep

text your church

your trophies lost

emo is weightlifting

god is not a waxed meow

your emo is not a waxed crossroad

boil your inner walrus

my pantyhose whispers and whirs

your eye is weightlifting a verbal ankle

dust my inner church

u could be president while u sleep

dance with yourself and say i am a man

text your eye: a bellboy is singing in the rain

frozen beets

the doorway is empty and your hair

you sound like weird cheese

the pastel whispers frozen beets

mountain rain and soon you're lost

you're my inner whir

you're my inner carburetor

waste water asterisks believed

in world interests, the world is

where

an accountant with an inner ankle

i don't want your door knobs

dust my inner says

dust my inner word

the moon is snotty cricket music

god is a whore and your head is thirsty clouds

purr when you're on fire with weird cheese

this is inner, this is inner city living

ox aerobics, baby on fire

love sings a contagious short story

while directing traffic on the moon

u turn into an azuki bean

i e-mailed your pillow: i'm not at home

i just want to row your boat

curds in my treachery milk

new york fell down: i fell down

u turned into the city

u turned into snow

i like to get rid of things

new york fell down so i can't

u live here stammering

in the toothpaste snow

u turn into an azuki bean

did u get my order?

the ceiling is on the floor

u have never lived here

i e-mail my pillow

i paint your eyes

i do not live here

u turn into tofu

thank u for no apparent reason

now bark and put your face

somewhere else