ontological arguments in the Tiki Torch light
dice-shaped ice cubes in the Kahlua froth
Onstar prank call (nod off)
mother goddess garden orb
a folding chair in a sedevacante room
groovish in the groove zone
loc'd in the Buick Regal
my climate zone is optimal and Optimo flecks speckle my damp jeans
"I'll have one Reese's Blizzard for yo' monkey-ass"
cruise to the dock of the spring-fed pond
dip our ankles in and hope we've been covered
(freckles near your nipple)
that looks a little like Rodney Dangerfield eye
crest white teeth prick tiny nibbles
on my lobe
and the tiny persona in the cranium district
is full-moon gleaming on my bitch-ass
"grab the epidermis, because it's showing;
don't worry about nothing but the rain
meter aka Paul's flat-top."
("Bitch, collapse." - Bong Jong Il)
Reid and the twelve inch subwoofers
Reid is hopping
Reid is bumping
Reid is seizing
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