i heard you like what you see
the gold dust encrusted on her rusty Etruscan bust
& all she would need in the morning is some love
but she don't even lease
she's only a visitor in his headspace
he looked at her.
under cover of a suburban cupboard,
a southern mouse
trace his mother's
a projectile propensity for a manic intense destiny
and panicked in the dynamic density of her menses.
she fills your mouth with the dazzling
of her venereal