when I turned my bad breath rolled like death  
***** mothers rolling stones;  
mothers stonework perfect writing left in the places  
where boys dance children of heavenly dreams  
laying down turning their pretty faces; walk, son,  
skip among the stars, leave & keep assured ur loving  
three gay Americans walked waiting for ur Christian  
beauty's blind love story of the painter & the buttsex  
goddess whose voice wet **** & lips eat cool holy words  
caring what she wears to bed to get *****;
the sight of her broken skin brown filled arms pink  
thee ***** wrote the child running the fleshy ghost  
of the small silver mistress  her matter married
secretly & her unseen eyehole's kiss the kind setting
dawn holding, drinking gun science the ***** wears
an gypsy air wildly kissing sisters born on the floor;
book smell town dies Christ's universal top a question
best asked empty, when has evil ever stopped dreams
from coming up from the bottom; Lou the abstract
painter ran away w/ shiksa Barbie long ago; it's a lot
to remember, remember what it looks like
on the inside; six day old stubble
on dark legs feeling farts read  
my Jewish friends sit to tell me about smoking
weird stripper ****** & the suffragettes sat bringing
**** written on tablets smoking their daughters