Head Bash Head bash, a body liquid Reminds them of catholic school Girls getting dipped into the cocaine butter Strung out on the warm summer nights Spread thin by the long autumn breeze Blown away by the wind And flung like a rubber band, But when bodies start hitting a brick wall, And cannot rebound back, A simple wave of the hand absolves me, For which I am eternally grateful. Ripe and Wasted in the Killing Fields Ripe and wasted in the killing fields Like a lurking joke Young girl, in a summer dress, Clit like a tomato Steamroller entering her and her mind going off like rockets Everything seems like the fourth of July Wanting to hide behind that tree and return To that top of the head orgasmic rush And as he pumped, he could only see the whites of her eyes Each well-timed animal thrust filling her with simultaneous glee And sapping the spring from the thing of the fling Of that throw off your clothes and fuck it away We all turn on a rusty nickel And throw back more gin & tonics Jesus is the proprietor of a Chinese restaurant He look at me and say “You makea my skin crawl.” • TOP