The night is thin and watery; fish in the air and moonglint off her necklace of human teeth. Bring O bring back my Bonnie and I'll return yours with interest and exhaustion. I'm stuck between those legs. Dangers of drugs: out in the swamp's middle he's stoned and a bear hound mammothly threatens. Dazed with fright. Marcia I won't go to Paris - too free with your body - it's mine it's mine it's mine not just everyone's. Now in this natal month Christ must be in some distant nebula. O come down right now and be with us. In the hole he fell in, a well pit, yellow jackets stung him to death. Within minutes death can come by bees. |