What I Think About

Orthopedic stereos running on broken bridges without sight
Sexual lights drinking too many salsa bowls and falling for fright
Overlooking metaphors, and seeing only the morbidly free
Classy confused amphibians drown under incorporated scree
Sinking mezzanines blanket red construction then disarray
Settling simpletons scream savagely, seeking sobs of silence and gloom
Monstrous colors bleeding globules of asphalt and interaction
Humorous tombstones sink and sway to tribal engines (Altimeter)
Silvery teeth walking on strained fornication over so much time
Shifting pillars applauding after blue windows wrapped in night
Smoothly rattling entourages ignoring misspelled vegetables
Sickened mountains spewing salty underwear beside caterpillars
“Previously Owned” skeletons salivating before illuminated furniture (Horace)
Clean-shaven mutants masquerading between adhesive lampposts below
Savage potatoes barking yesterday except for quilted guilt
Dazed nomenclatures seeping through glassy fish that scream
Righteous bandages rolling past sixteen candles and a banner
Humid trophies spurt cracked outlets beyond shortened love
Spiraling traitors sniffing unfinished desert escapades
I couldn’t get laid again if I was the last man on Earth
Farting violinists shaving less than a purposeless walrus stripper
Homeless flowers failing since seven plummeting whores
Elfin mangers drizzling unless sprinkled with volcanic breath
Resting piles of dung flinging capricious phrases upon poignant eclipses
You can’t shave your legs with your pantyhose on unless it’s Octember
Beastly groins saving sensations of sweetly different ashes (Martians)
Jabruary Febrarch Mapril Aprune Junely Julgust Augtember Septober
Nocember Decanuary are the days of the strong
And monkeys fly out of my ass to heal the ashes