FRESH OFF THE KIERKEGAARDIAN VITAMIN
A skyline of stomach-lining cells
Dirties an omen direct from the Iliad.
I’ve got weed and
Sure enough, breezy vagina puzzles:
Comforting coconut seasons
Vaginas tell me the truth.
I give into their charity.
I smoke weed and enter my lamp.
I’m schmoozing the clarity I’ve been faking.
One wizard lines coconuts with vaginas.
And what a day!
I’m endlessly programmed to cum.
If it’s like this tomorrow
I’ll shit myself and look out
Of Clare enticing my cadaver’s perfection. She
Drills me about unrolled condoms she spits.
Condoms are the neighborhood remedy
Clutching the malls off a street of crocodiles.
My love of Jerusalem
Traps sharable femurs.
It’s great benefits for what I’m doing for money.
5 $3 beers and I become
The smell of omen-lined muzzles perfected by a dude,
Fuck, I forgot his name.
The intellectual sorrows from the maze
Close up shop and let a welcomed guess
Wear my apron high.
The whole day rotates around the skyline deflating and dying.
Girl, I don’t mind.
It’s in the paper, I’m my father.
I frame my gas and food.
Everything is always the same as I left it.
RC Miller lives in Metuchen, NJ. He is creator of Mask With Sausage, Pussy Guerilla Face Banana Fuck Nut, and the forthcoming Demon Drawings, all published by Gobbet Press. Miller maintains an art blog via WIGFUCKER