Brass / words / 2005 / Wick

July 13, 2005

release that grass into your minions
patience is a virtue.
            your virtue.
                                    not mine.
making sense yet?
in a multitude of perfection.
quite the tower you have here.

showered yet?
trouble lurks underwater,
            I understand.
                                    no, I don’t.

stretch into the mindscape of your
            sandscape.that’snotaword.
i hear you, but don’t want to.

aren’t you gone yet?
shake that web server just a little
more

stop wearing my underwear.
question that chimpmonk.
            he looks
g u I l t y


more silence, from you
please.
thatboxspringisfun
break it over your chin.

I wasn’t the one trying to standonit.

you sure can be dumb sometimes.
what more could you expect from
a Cadillac?

my brain likes it when you lick it.
I’m done.
I thought you were Roger?

                        you are pac-man.
            ever think of that?
troubled sounds.
prickling in my mind.  they fly out
my ears.
like so. now you too can see
them.
how embarrassing.
gobbagobbagobbagobbagobbagobba