BELONGED INTO SHEEPSHANK
Hunger
It is luck too. Hullabaloo Vishnu
Knowledge birds liturgic liverwort dynamite ne-not
Hideous Munt Jak
Barbarous.
Rosy.
Like emblem on the teeth. Two, the best
I pray thee, the nose leaking, the indians, the words
And songs
Nimble feeted.
Enlightened
Be a cold
Thing.
The same time. Tied to no place
Belonged into Sheepshank punjabi delusion
Unreal with no
Thing.
Lived.
Which my Pope. Bent over
Made pregnant ordained bursted the good
Fat foreskin
After entombment
And carpfishes.
Tonkin
Mere not Simon Magus. He was emptied
Before the man and animal mentally again and again
Between the hole of the mouth
And ass hole.
The base salty.
Some matter. I emit
I hold value and attached butter-fat love
Good selfishness
Burnt clay.
Unclearly christian
For a hump.