for the rest you can wear pants

 

 

 

tell the people

we hate

 

we hate

this is

 

a phone

directory

 

setup Butch

he is out

 

for blood

all my outlaws

 

are in

the market

 

for a timing

belt

 

are you

afraid

 

they make

out okay

 

in the end

is it that

 

eternity is

not all at once

 

 

 

for the rest you can wear pants

 

 

 

can’t you

be slick

 

we are

driving

 

to hook

a rattler

 

to get her to

crack

 

a sardines

tell me

 

you hate

my turning

 

people in

my asparagus

 

 

 

 

for the rest you can wear pants

 

 

 

find me

a quaking

 

bog on

the abstract

 

beach I

take things

 

personal

tell the people

 

Hafner

is desked

 

Chris’ ear

is getting red

 

be charming

economists

 

try saying

two words

 

dromedary

is my nemesis

SARAH BOYER