Swinging From Karma's Last Branch

Loading jellied protons into the heart of a
Pitchfork thrown at Mercury

Pleasantly not strolling along a canal of apples
Populating Amerika with cannibal infants they eat

Pieces of tit, milk & blood like chocolate wine
Shoulders against the skin-warm tundra of time

To swallow CNN cum, be many, many numbers
(Ripple of cardboard box, stains of dried garbage)

Our opiate neighbors our benzo stars
Hurdling, spinning thru dreams into

Yesterday, those caffeine, cow hours
Sorry is a cat's ass cut for its delicacy friends

With a taste for sandwich
Brain meat slices between skullcap wheat-bread