Tuesday, April 12, 2005

The Kazoo Woman

There's a loaf of bread in my windpipe.
My teeth are straight and shiny, but they don't meet
Chaos is a good word
Slide screw smack
banshee in my ears
scream my exotic parrot
the thread that holds it, in the cat's mouth
she smells like fried chicken
goes crazy for straws
I ate a taco.
my frontal lobe is jack-knifed
I'm on strike.

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