What am I supposed to do
in a world in which
phallic availability meets
atomic Scientology?
Where do fucking cupcakes go
when the sun
sets on the darkest mind?
If you must, place pearls
next to the sculpture
so he knows you’ve paid him.
To have or have not,
you’ll explore more
in Jackson County.
I met a black snake there,
on the backside of a sundail,
and whispered,
“Protect me from what I want.”
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Adam Walz — The Body
