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