Jump from the star like a gaslight balloon
Lay all your houses in rows like monopoly
skip through the orange row, green, walk on may fair
Then just past go -go to jail brace for suicide
See I’m not adverse to being the fuck
Or the miserable gut with a twisted spine cyclamen
All of the presents I sent to your house can be wrapped and then rewrapped then burnt down to cinders
Love is like so many smashed wallflowers
You and me at the centre just fucking like animals
Sexual urgence I ran with the beast that
Controlled all the empty of skull and the prince of crown chakra
Give me a way to the better,
For the letter is worse and the pain bursts forward as blister vessel and brilliant debilitation
I built a work of art that day that tore through the city like a hurricane
Innocence overwhelming me I will fuck her and die by her voice
But I have already said that/made that point and god has ripped my vocal chords out and furnished the tables with the sounds they once made,
So eat Indiana… for tomorrow we sleep like slaves…..
Chris Canham
11 Years Isabella….