the qualified fucking machines are buried <br />the curious ever doubtful <br />terrifying in their malls and matching utensils <br />scoring obsessively: <br />purple for sad, flickers blue for broken <br /> <br />hours worked hard on the windshield <br />pressed and puckered, O sweet uniform <br />old forms pissed baby brown, bombarded <br />by awful skin ultimata <br /> <br />one passenger, same shit <br />I, you, beautiful electromagnetism <br />keeping our Corpus in delicious seed <br /> <br />sweet pie summertime <br />matriculated like mattering <br />Man's care of having balls, gigantic lasting day.<br /><br />Tanec Rayl<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sodomise-if-dinner/
