sweet blood of Jesus: it's sweet

a mosquito could and probably

would get the sugar blues from

biting into the fucker

but I'm immune



8 o'clock, 7 o'clock, 6 o'clock

no matter what the hour

there's always another one

somewhere



give us this day

give up on

this day



all that's left

is tufts of stuff



totem of scrotum

in Sioux City, Iowa

(the afternoon is shit there)

I'd rather stick a fork in my gums