MACHINEGUN POETRY: The Tree Genoflects in Front of an Unidentified Flying Object
Her heart throbs through a guillotine
And the gate through it is her small breasts
Be too careful and you’ll find out it’s not that fragile
Her moan breathes poison
And her cunt does get wet
Mix blood with alcohol
And she’s going to stand on her toes
Spread her arms
Look above the sky as if she was crucified
And she’s going to bring out a smile
Her smile is to die for
It is as dead as it could get
grasseseatcows
12/06/2004 06:49:00 PM