Thursday, April 4, 2013



With the sardines of your neighbors

those very pretty plastic balls like
hosers on the shore strong models of your
jungle verbiage in the cellphone lake

Lick every entity

Organ hand and legless jokes some
jackoff zoo with puddles of cough syrup you
stirred the long mud clues and stacked
gum smokes, the eggless hands and doormen

Lentils' heavy dick

Cake dome hell on the swim curbbage's bumbled
glove your yodels snore the bomb closers
petting every wall in spastic clothes: oh
neighing floor of hard beans: "the whip"!

Jack A. Withers Smote
After Blaster Al Ackerman's
"The Sardines of Your Neighbors"

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