Masstrojans Thrashopen
Mass trojans thrash open,
mass trojans lap moisten.
Yodel model, for this golden throtle.
Creep, don't back up-into me.
I got the trees, feelin' that breeze.
Slip easy like before the bearded child ran,
ran up a hill kick and screaming.
Coyotes cuddling each other massicly,
fantastically.
Freeze the rays and the leaves every light show,
show me how the universe travels.
Crack pipes and razor blades.
Knitting for both, knitting for two,
but only one is knitting.
And failing.
THEN the mass trojans will enter,
like they never left(the cacklin' banter in a cave of succlents)
Mysterious Cave Secrets of The Between of Existence and Non-Existence
secrets secrets
hard to say
hard to play
honesty is key
but mystery is a whole 'nother thang
far from secrets
simply
confusing
it is
but
butts.
hidden
but they're there
see bits and pieces
but you still don't even know
butt
butt
big, thick, and juicy
so it goes
move eyes up
higher
get higher, baby
get higher
eyes upon eyes
something but nothing
check the list
hammer
tweezers
teasers
fly swatter
et cetera
check the brain
into a wall
or some other hard surface
break
and
maybe you'll get your nine cakes
plus
a candle you never knew of in existence
hiding in caves with the crazies
dare you enter to see
see the candlabra
shine through
bats
knats
cats
rats
sewage?
candle pose
repose
decompose
compose that candle? who?
there!
it is you,
no longer a fool.
see that flicker.