i'm asleep when awake and awake when
her skirt rides up sober when drunk
or the likelihood of straight on two
one two no i'm drunk on her thighs i'm
the shopworn nut the ending you see
coming three four on two

one two

i'm drunk when awake asleep when
her thighs' likelihood's around
when coming awake i'll admit
her taste in underclothes rides up
the shopworn nut like one two lihood
straight on to under over her thighs
i'm in i'm in five

ONE two three four FIVE
FIVE FIVE the mind is made for dying
so must be real
mind soul spirit aura

CLAP ON CLAP OFF

the body is made of the mind
and eyes are fountains
wet in my dreams of her thighs
i'm under over three four
her drunk thighs must be the words
i'm missing to fill my sleep
halfway down her ass and rest
and sleep sober dream drunk
look at the text freckles swallows
high in the dream
drunk on nuts that's why
i like
her

lights out
no there
aura
at home with residual smoke
merlot taste mouth fuzz
panic of drowning bodies made for
death "the whole planet is a graveyard"
bury me not on the lone prairie
carve my face in your snatch on the stone
attach a roachclip
tag the sucker
i just want
just want

TWO THREE

another chance
to have a sore tongue
red dick
taste of sushi sangria
ritual melons bury my face in your

freckles swallows
will shit on my grave maybe i'll have
a grave desperate prairie aura of
a shopworn nut we know time
we know CLAP OFF
and it is against us

not in the way my body is
yours meant against yours
meant yours
meant anything but mine

her tasty underclothes
and...TEN
fingers is a dream
bar at closing time
go home alone and chuckle
desert prairie call it my life

will i see you again?

roachclip
muskmelon
whole planet asleep
drunk on mind

and love so ghostly
so wakeful
it musk bee
real


�2005 by John Eivaz