Pulse

A clockwork candy
in the shape of grapes
the old Lieutenant
liquidates.

False alarm
and chopped fake teeth...

Try using junk
as means to something,
try spilling soda
on the floor.
Naked mummy'll get
yr offspring-
young fresh fellows
on the road...

I got a postcard-
grim memento
right from the novelist
of God.
Was it empty or
I'm looking
at the wrong side of the door?

Gypsy psychic got me sugar
at a motel daycare on the road...

Ship of fools!
Can't find my pulse!!!

jan 6th 2009