even mitred stones
eroded by time
travel
junk before wind
sails taunt
teak
or silk
I've got
ruins
and wrecks
coming on
won't be long
till the results
of my
biopsy are in
your styrofoam Venus
a mardi gras float
blown
by bell
cheeked
boys on bitches
from your impregnable
white
meat
no squeak
will issue
you're buried at
night
porn star
in utero