it's just like ur face to look back into the wind
blowing through the dying galaxy
waiting for the last kick; to walk through
the corridors slapping the comedians;
softly u talk to the dreaming pillow
under tears of black ice; those children who can see
the smiling penguin movie-stars
all in a row she comes carrying an icy
umbrella in her tuckus,
the ****-sized bee queen wears blonde wigs
in a frenzy of railroad crashes;
the newslady is a cutey but her waist is
bloating in an amoebic growth
the crustacean mother of every squid's
first daughter; the stars are her eyes,
a constellation blown out of place in ur winds