Because tomorrow is grandpa I say time is just a bookmark
day after tomorrow is yesterday's stamp or seal
weirdly younger cousin on my eyelids' passport, cinched
by parents' stomachs of the housewives of Fuckington.
sloppy tomorrow, what chaos What chaos isn't tedious
not spewing untapped is still untapped as the fucking
in strategically selected Potomac River flooding the seventh
countries. time this summer my snake-infested clubhouse?
