Michael Martin Shea







Sick of creationist sex or else          STUCK LOOKING FOR MY FOREVER LOVE

            It helps the people know. Thursday is not in charge

it beckons and walks

                                                                 holy oily roller, abject

The principle value of the object is its being-in-the-world          not sustenative

                                         we bought seeds     we tickled our lovers right on the belly

Think I’ll push Horace in the river! Haha he fell in the river haha!

                        [One voice which is spirit over body]

Our cups we left them in the garden, we didn’t bury them, they were presents,

they were known.