this that whatever
how is that the sweater
made of hemp
sew together
help the end to end
and the start to begin in flashes
personal masochistic synchronized dangerous
the colonal in white leather
pleather blouses
shadows of drowsy mice
and cries of houses
wolf blown apart bricks and
straw and wood
and should have could have
would have
were it not for apperitions
of ghost like figures
in linen sweaters
bringing the
dangerous marches of
freedom
to the negro foxes
the afro headed brain beggin
music singing poetry reading
farce of paleolithic organized
confusion and im using
the means to justify the
end of life
thats my struggle
the fumble in the congo
yo soy muy largo