A picture of the money of the feet of Christ
painted on the wall of memory, & he wrote
from the bed, not to the prophet of the change
of the Standard, to the teeth, & venereal disease
of the ******* & the glory of genius
at the speed of his bending the eyes of the angels
w/ the greatest fervor
& songs of the fuel of almost all
the fingers of Bettie Felling
the tree to listen to the cutting
for the second foundation of the city,
the center of the Department of. . .
front of the South; the sacred lights
of the abstract and the knees
of the natural movement,
itself dysfunctional and crazy;
empty laymen loving monsters,

playing to the call of the planets starting to smoke
& running crazy through the ghost flames
of paradise living at the sound of the starting gun;
to keep the pregnant women out of the temple,
a witch & a teenager bring the broken language
of the voice message; Having the computer angel's
fresh fat **** & daughter talking back to the area
of ​​skin waves & seeing Bob on the corner in *****
on the State Corporation evening news
of the Chinese,
she felt trapped
by the foreigner Einstein, who was a Gypsy,
& Christian
& she was a skinny slim blond from a bad background
who began to talk to her radio muses w/ Kisses