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