Will there be anything else?

they founded it

Sewer state, will there be anything else?  All the bad people live
over there.  You are not the most beautiful and you undid me.
no country can reach you on the other side of the world. I know
sorry is not a word in your vocabulary, but please remember us,
to keep us happy and holy and saints, you are our cinematographic

n****e Norway.  Please don't powerhouse yourself, you are as weak
of diplomacy as high life hecklers.  I thought we needed foundation.
Cosmetics are not as funny as the pimples that look like constellations.
Here you don't care, another playboy after playboy what kind of spoiled

eastern kid is that, thinking he so excellent like he ever upward;
this mother is a pretty baby, you think she's a Brooklyn baby. Your
women, Eureka, are not Einstein, where are your rocks?  You are not
accosted by Californians.  Whether you
sink or swim, tell me you are a holy city of England.  That was another

Damn world I'll never be whisked into like a pack of white egg whites.
I don't know but I can gather, I am no longer a woman but a servant.
Eek, a mouse! Like I don't care, it's what you don't get.  So what?
sewing the plough cow like mofo, that's what the s I can talk. So,
or did you think she was a man and needed my protection.
Rooms die for you pretty Pacific looking over at China like a lover, gyps, Belarus...
Grueling gruel for a morning grit.  I was lost to familiarity, so
escape goat; what will become of all the people.  When will they be rewarded

Author's Note

sonst noch etwas? will there be anything else? Die sorge--worry

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

people who really think they are that pretty?

usually there is a sewer state inside them...i like the idea of having "grueling gruel for a morning grit"
so how long do we have to cook them?

and that brooklyn baby....i was a bronx baby, just across the bridge...but nonetheless, born into the confusion that i am.

i like sinking my teeth into the bones of your poems.