Post by paphnutius on Jun 19, 2008 3:07:24 GMT -5
mildly drunk still fragile cass
city bused, 7,15 run late,
cass working out her time
in a list, accounting a loss,
she’s in a business suit
a summer scarf a vehement blue
she wish her eye color to be
but they’re cesspools,
but she cums anyway when people
brush against her in the street, in public,
she’s at the front seat
thigh fat barely touching
dull pencil saliva
upon chalkboards, daughter of a machine assemblist,
her ideals certain, starved purified
like she’s watching a deft exponential
stupidity striving, dancing, she’s
on rubber legs to a paycheck,
cass sacrificed principles unfounded long ago,
nutritioning herself with green(d) chaff
but it’s no problem really
it’s necessity
when a bum jones hops on
with grease cardboard sign folded in armpit and
drought stench, he’s got the monies tho
so why not, cass bars a
vaginal door with
pony rides and gymnastic muscle
she’s shutting out for awhile, is all, she thinks is all,
cass looks at the nervous boy
scraping his scalp board, I mean, however,
did you think
cass was such a model of prudence just cos
she don’t fucking fuck all
fucks headed downtown and if
not you thought she’d turn around
with all that virgin pussy flower
bouquet’d sticky, pre-orgasm walk
cross morning traffic huffing and puffing,
mean engine growls stagnated,
cigarettes inhaled extravagantly,
exhaled impatiently,
and what about the asshole in the
back corner clutching a briefcase
getting a hard on twirling
yesterday’s bricking gum in clean fingers
as the hobo stripped to orange pantyhose
and black flimsy lingerie, an early morning
drunk poledance nobody can blame but can
very well ignore, sunburnt buttox
slapping hardly latin rhythmic, bus driver
trying not to look rearview, nervous
boy brittle bones down anext cass, scratching
and digging in the same skull spot, oozing
brain puss dripping into hairy knuckles,
some of which squirts onto cass’s lip, a notion
she’s too polite to wipe away, as if it
never happened, the vagabond yanks
away a purse from a blue haired old woman in
government uniform pale grey, janitorial, slides out
his cock, attaches the straps to erection
and commences a spin, a practiced
circus freak show and in a sweet singsong
voice wholly unexpected ladies and gentlefolk
you are trudging to work
aye
you are behaving very patriotical no?
he fucks up the hula hoop swivel,
purse crashes against a bald man’s head,
change sparkles verbose rain
catching and releasing faint sunlight
as they fall all at once, one by one,
credit cards slice nearby cheeks, the
softer contents cozy, unflung, remain
in a leather sanctuary, snapshots of
artificial, strained smiles, neck contortions of family,
superheated and supercooled and superheated again
hard candy married to paper wrappers,
flecks of lost processed tobacco,
still tho, hobo doesn’t lose the swank routine,
flexed emaciated body, blinking belly button,
say I dig how you shit don’t quit,
plug chugging busted steamboating
an electronic chip nation to an ever
elusive civilized apex, sacrifice
your children to the war effort then stroking
your egos at marble crosses, content in
irrational emotion prisons cox they were your children,
yours to keep, I fucking love you sonsabitches, nervous
boy licks his fingertips,
smaks, goes right back to digging in,
cass with cracking dry lips
an absent lime puckered face, getting
used to the cum taste, seeing it everywhere,
licking it in dissipating summer clouds,
albino colonies, two licks each,
cresting frozen equatorial waves and
if she could
the smell of american classrooms
if only she could lick the
smell of thirty children in an
asbestos room stencht with cereal milk,
sugar, viscous adolescence, the first
liquids pored forth, miniscule taffy
power plants accumulated in aerodynamic
energy efficient skinned
sucrose smoke signal language,
alas cass, she can’t, the hobo
still preaching but evenmoreso taking a chance,
prick suit in the back lay a twenty
on the empty seat next to him, hobo
quiets down, vagabond reactionism,
an abandonment of an anarchistic morality
and he sashays to the back of the bus,
nervous boy gets off, sneezes like he’d
been holding it in, wipes his hand
on his pants and strolls down an avenue
with intolerable nonchalance, a smile,
four limbs swaying all with
nothing to say anymore, nobody boards here,
she lurches ahead in squeal, in moan,
the suit in the back engaged in quiet
anal sex with an overaged transvestite
but nobody looks back there,
cass breaks into a cold sweat, still
daring not to wipe her lips, the sound
of malleable organisms penetrating
on apathetic nova that
allows release, re-entry, cass
has missed her stop, she’s quite
north, she’s at the end of the line actually,
the bus is heading back south now,
passengers stream out, they are antibacterialized by
paramedics, questioned by cops, blue
haired woman collecting her scattered
things, the suit and transvestite walk
hand in hand, lips to lips, sunrise lovers
appeased with no debts, everyone else
calming arousal, calming the rage of
a missed opportunity for heroics,
for anticitizenry, cass remains
alone, driven back downtown
a subtle effusion, still slightly racist, still
slightly nauseated, still mostly
the same, still a subtle effulgence
with grey thoughts she won’t understand
until it’s time, cass the violent
shyness of a universe excreting deity,
cass the narcissistic hesitance after
an a-bomb detonation,
cass a jealous moon sneaking out
the back door, going for a drunk,
cass alone on a city bus
until the mechanisms give out and fail
city bused, 7,15 run late,
cass working out her time
in a list, accounting a loss,
she’s in a business suit
a summer scarf a vehement blue
she wish her eye color to be
but they’re cesspools,
but she cums anyway when people
brush against her in the street, in public,
she’s at the front seat
thigh fat barely touching
dull pencil saliva
upon chalkboards, daughter of a machine assemblist,
her ideals certain, starved purified
like she’s watching a deft exponential
stupidity striving, dancing, she’s
on rubber legs to a paycheck,
cass sacrificed principles unfounded long ago,
nutritioning herself with green(d) chaff
but it’s no problem really
it’s necessity
when a bum jones hops on
with grease cardboard sign folded in armpit and
drought stench, he’s got the monies tho
so why not, cass bars a
vaginal door with
pony rides and gymnastic muscle
she’s shutting out for awhile, is all, she thinks is all,
cass looks at the nervous boy
scraping his scalp board, I mean, however,
did you think
cass was such a model of prudence just cos
she don’t fucking fuck all
fucks headed downtown and if
not you thought she’d turn around
with all that virgin pussy flower
bouquet’d sticky, pre-orgasm walk
cross morning traffic huffing and puffing,
mean engine growls stagnated,
cigarettes inhaled extravagantly,
exhaled impatiently,
and what about the asshole in the
back corner clutching a briefcase
getting a hard on twirling
yesterday’s bricking gum in clean fingers
as the hobo stripped to orange pantyhose
and black flimsy lingerie, an early morning
drunk poledance nobody can blame but can
very well ignore, sunburnt buttox
slapping hardly latin rhythmic, bus driver
trying not to look rearview, nervous
boy brittle bones down anext cass, scratching
and digging in the same skull spot, oozing
brain puss dripping into hairy knuckles,
some of which squirts onto cass’s lip, a notion
she’s too polite to wipe away, as if it
never happened, the vagabond yanks
away a purse from a blue haired old woman in
government uniform pale grey, janitorial, slides out
his cock, attaches the straps to erection
and commences a spin, a practiced
circus freak show and in a sweet singsong
voice wholly unexpected ladies and gentlefolk
you are trudging to work
aye
you are behaving very patriotical no?
he fucks up the hula hoop swivel,
purse crashes against a bald man’s head,
change sparkles verbose rain
catching and releasing faint sunlight
as they fall all at once, one by one,
credit cards slice nearby cheeks, the
softer contents cozy, unflung, remain
in a leather sanctuary, snapshots of
artificial, strained smiles, neck contortions of family,
superheated and supercooled and superheated again
hard candy married to paper wrappers,
flecks of lost processed tobacco,
still tho, hobo doesn’t lose the swank routine,
flexed emaciated body, blinking belly button,
say I dig how you shit don’t quit,
plug chugging busted steamboating
an electronic chip nation to an ever
elusive civilized apex, sacrifice
your children to the war effort then stroking
your egos at marble crosses, content in
irrational emotion prisons cox they were your children,
yours to keep, I fucking love you sonsabitches, nervous
boy licks his fingertips,
smaks, goes right back to digging in,
cass with cracking dry lips
an absent lime puckered face, getting
used to the cum taste, seeing it everywhere,
licking it in dissipating summer clouds,
albino colonies, two licks each,
cresting frozen equatorial waves and
if she could
the smell of american classrooms
if only she could lick the
smell of thirty children in an
asbestos room stencht with cereal milk,
sugar, viscous adolescence, the first
liquids pored forth, miniscule taffy
power plants accumulated in aerodynamic
energy efficient skinned
sucrose smoke signal language,
alas cass, she can’t, the hobo
still preaching but evenmoreso taking a chance,
prick suit in the back lay a twenty
on the empty seat next to him, hobo
quiets down, vagabond reactionism,
an abandonment of an anarchistic morality
and he sashays to the back of the bus,
nervous boy gets off, sneezes like he’d
been holding it in, wipes his hand
on his pants and strolls down an avenue
with intolerable nonchalance, a smile,
four limbs swaying all with
nothing to say anymore, nobody boards here,
she lurches ahead in squeal, in moan,
the suit in the back engaged in quiet
anal sex with an overaged transvestite
but nobody looks back there,
cass breaks into a cold sweat, still
daring not to wipe her lips, the sound
of malleable organisms penetrating
on apathetic nova that
allows release, re-entry, cass
has missed her stop, she’s quite
north, she’s at the end of the line actually,
the bus is heading back south now,
passengers stream out, they are antibacterialized by
paramedics, questioned by cops, blue
haired woman collecting her scattered
things, the suit and transvestite walk
hand in hand, lips to lips, sunrise lovers
appeased with no debts, everyone else
calming arousal, calming the rage of
a missed opportunity for heroics,
for anticitizenry, cass remains
alone, driven back downtown
a subtle effusion, still slightly racist, still
slightly nauseated, still mostly
the same, still a subtle effulgence
with grey thoughts she won’t understand
until it’s time, cass the violent
shyness of a universe excreting deity,
cass the narcissistic hesitance after
an a-bomb detonation,
cass a jealous moon sneaking out
the back door, going for a drunk,
cass alone on a city bus
until the mechanisms give out and fail