Fleshflower

Sunshine…blooms Then I`m fucked again Echo that same old song Certain past the ego Certain expansion of the self Meatbreath tomb Pistil whipped up pollen Vining Sturdying the grooves Fresh plow Upon the ventral side again And lube down The American dustbowl Growth Flowering Wall to wall you`ll fucking hate me… I`ll find the words to fuck you up Meantime Tired of the tilling Just tired… Core ripened Core ripened Can`t waste it Stamen lacks the stamina Until she blooms again…