Sometimes when I take the toothache out of orbit I find the plastic makes a great machete in the shower Please rotate my Tires, Mrs. Mancotti upside down numbers, rabbit The flowers on the picture move like rocks, interested in men Memory drips Metal drips I drip You drip We all drip into a puddle This puddle forms I'm sorry this part of the poem is missing
Please tell the Grave alcoholic drinks can sweat too just like the traffic cop