balls is a front

we were on the hillside with black lung
we mined our glory from blood ore
we scoured the land
we cleansed our souls with volume
we kept it in check
we were golden

balls is a front, it was said
once and surely again
and in the golden light of the triangle
we glowed

It's A Business Doing Pleasure With You National Mountain Parking Lot

It's where dreams come to life
It's right by a forest
It has the quantity of life parts that you need
It's like a bottle filled with memories

It's all OK now

a pants fire

a pants fire

a thought of a makeshift dream
a macaque in the foyer
a marzipan rule

a fool that steals your lashes

a clown in the basement
a clown in my eyes
a kind word from a dog
a actual talking dog

a pants fire
a nameless dream
a ass punch in the kidneys by god

Homograph Is For The Children

Living fossils may outlast us
Take some rayguns out and blast us
Homograph is for the children
Cyclomethyloxirane

When we dock our ships at last
And stretch and yawn and break our casts
Homograph is for the children
Supercritical fluid mane
Whaling tower in my brain

Bodies politic have spoken
Lesser limbs are shaved and broken
Homograph is for the children
Staple-gun epoxy fight

Living fossils run for office
Evil mayors at the hospice
Homograph is for the children
Neither are there kings in sight
Homographs of neutral reich

Field Study

There are chairs
There are chairs that were
Over the in the corner
And now they are here
Everywhere

A field with bright murders
A flying happiness
A penny in the hand of everyone
A concise reimagining
A compass

There were two people
One of them is dead
Over in the breakfast nook
And now we are weeping
Slowly

A plane of acceptance
A five factor model
A molar equivalent
A stalk of grief with sprouts, and
A chair