DICK PALACE 2

WHERES(S)(ORS)(SES)

I don’t want anyone or anything or any canary in my chest. I was born under a bridge that wrecked two places when it crumbled its connection from the WalMart in Nazareth to the Dixie Motor Speedway crushed up my dick. I arrived with legs, and ran myself red: where red is an equation solved for X, and I am the stupid fucked dependent variable not represented in the syntax. I was born under a bridge with hell in the name, the name in hell, the shit-magnet retro-trench where everyone you’ve met and you and whoever else will soon be buried under a sod of slod and screaming babies. There were arches in my Marches and rocks that trembled when you sneeze. There was night and air and I was just sitting around her under, mega-fucked, as if sewn inside a cell wall of some dreamboat preteen with perfect tits, set to secure her midlife blubber.