but do so with a frightful oh shit i want to chaw off her tongue & softly coo as i feed the lil blue birdie in my coat pocket i have always been the most caring of my friends junk i close my eyes in vain & try to remember back when my veins were organ pipes my blood the salted breath of saints oh how i could howl in meter with the wind tracing dead branches across your bedroom window at night or when my face was the brave little toaster my mouth the animated tea kettle watch as I blow the whole damn kingdom down there was the time i declared i was the fastest boy alive & with frightful spin broke a tree branch over my best friend’s jaw he was never allowed to attend boy scout overnights again now every memory has this arenaceous icing of junk
every thought
im not quite sure this is what mr burroughs had in mind Zachary M Hodson