Who’d give u a clue I’m itchin 2 kiss U?
The wear wolf, oh? chomping bee-strides small shorts in the sun
u can’t put ur arms around It, u can’t isolate the proletariat, u can’t be outside when ur in because
you already are both if you follow we follow
it doesn’t hurt to try but it does, to try is the hardest
safe I am now safe and bored settled and bovine I saw no rain for a month - but a tyre exploded once and they all rushed outside thinking to see a gun wielding man out in the moon -
but I helped French tourists where I could, even a wine waiter husband who worked in eiffel tower, and we felt better, trying
nothing surprise, nothing always, eventually YES
Didn’t summarise at all, didn’t surmise it would be painful, didn’t pick out the godly among thieves, didn’t grind the pepper or udder the goat
verily I did not see the good ones and I did not point them out for there are none
But
I played we played beach boys also pins all over my body as hotness it robed me up good yeah
drove me to the good red logs in the stove, I thought
am I now wearing the robe of fire as I was told I would by Walid because,
‘You (I) no ‘allahuakbar’ - fire’
‘You clothes - fire,’
‘You drink - fire, this no good’
La quais
Walid with ur ten year old face and spindly legs and big sand feet, middle age Arab eyes middlehead,
Saudi protectorate and brain paraplegics Saudi Opera House of the woild/world/wild/walid
ov the wild seven years prison time
soft and hard like Alia, construct of the age(less) sufficient english to state proficiency & she does
I use this words to be smart as I don’t work and therefore don’t got a status like u all do
I must feel good because I’m told to feel bad daily what kind of
lore is that anyway?
most people believe
Khaled joined the game and he with Walid duetted stating facts footballing in the sand with a flat beachball holy from the wire above
wire of supplicant grapes
their game and our game consists of tellin us we’re pussyboys in not those words, no good, this, no good, dees no, la
they play with the damned the sunburn hand the sand antpile of humankind the split lip of the gay white camel the rare 30,000 dinar falcon the rare coin the two pence piece the shekel the krona the missing lawrence commodity sands over time
wondereurope ur trash rekindled a fire near Saudi border we collected wood used it to cook tea -
Ali in his ‘montana’ t shirt killing flies told us - yaknow all dees on same hand, what is it? feengers? Yes we have saying, ur feengers is not same, yaunerstan?
I do with the yawner’s tan, but more with sadness now in the world sometimes, in a word -
some are callous or much smaller soft and pink some are cut off some cut or hurt
do hurt
poke the living end oh wrapped around, u say it -
a cock,
u
suck it
