bedeck your heavens, zeus

with vaporous clouds

on oaken mountain-tops

must i my earth

indeed leave to stand

and my cotton cottage

which you did not build

and my flock um this fire

you envy me.

i know not pantry

under the sun as ya’lls little gods

ya’ll nähret miserably

from sacrifices

and breathy prayers

desire to die stop

am unfortunate stop

demand me to die stop

is unfortunate presented employee,

and a certain bad grass

which always wishes us to saw

into the throats of the passive,

is to be died

its friend

demand demand

she was black and fragile

she was meaning beyond reason

she was hugging her skirt

encoding red for deafness

and orange for anger (decaf)

ism

ism

ism

jon lenin tried but he had no rhythm

i took her to the woods

to make love under the stars

except for the fact that

she hd no intoxicants about her

and she had no intention

of seeing the movie

with me and my mother is making me feel guilty...