I've stopped eating, I stick with the velcro mobs,
July 08, 2009
The second half-length river report/eastern European edition.
On a yacht in the beautiful polluted wearing a floral May dress,
I embarrassed myself by ordering ten blowjobs from the waitress,
And she blushed hard as if I had just ordered ten blowjobs.
Some have said our love is growing inward,
Like a festering blister on St David's Day,
She didn't look thirteen, she was immortally pretty,
She was a member of a grumpy butt-chinned cricket horde.
Work it. Drops dript,
Now leaving the small city for exponation only,
My long intestine has never felt this lonely,
A child is boring, the wings of a swallow clipt.