i could be modern

blah motherfucking blah

will the congregation now join me
praising our father John Coltraine
as we snap our thanks to him
yeah...oh yeah...hey,  make mine a latte...non-fat...m'kay?
oooooh yeah....feeling the flow...riding the bull

can i please get
just one
eensy, weensy...teeny, weeny
FUCKING  break?
thank you very much...
please drive through

blah motherfucking blah

watch
            my
                    tongue
                                flick
                    back
            and
forth

                    nothing
            comes                    out
except           R  A  n  d  o  M
                                                                    01011010's
of         things
EWE    think
you       understand

you don't and never will

baa motherfucking baa

read the black ink
impressed on dead wood
                                        twitch
                            your
            elevated
knows
and foolishly hunt for
beginning THE MEANING end

there is none,  don't bother

blah motherfucking blah


                                                                                                                   Please
                                                                                                      fresh
after all                                                                            palm                  let
jerking off is really so much                              dry                      love
more tidy                                                wit                     of                      me
when it's inside your head                                hungry                 into
                                                                                         your                  spit
                                                                                                      the
                                                                                                                  more

blah motherfucking blah

a cat
of water
grows down
my face
in morning....
your love
cuts
like a dove
deep
into
my mourning

oh yeah,  now THAT sounded fucking cool

blah motherfucking blah

Rox Hobs
31 March, 1998
A.M.D.G.


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