for family

must be

the most traditional regressive blah blah

its why god doesnt want the homos getting married 

loyal and pious follower

arise in the smell of wet farts

of gangronous wounds and death

of matter changing itself if someone watches it

 

who is God over 99.9% of the biomass that is dead and gone

extinct 

the prayer of an invertebrate trapped in tree sap

the boredom of a 40ft lizard 

the cruelty and hatred of the trilobites 

 

surreal is a word that comes to mind, elegant chaos a phrase

bonkers, absolutely bonkers and old

relatively anyway

to other celestial objects a peer 

liquid water planet 

sperm swimming upstream the whole time

for the glory of it

the billy jack theme song topography

better to be at higher elevation

i know how to end the poem

but i hate myself for it

because shit rolls down hill

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