Just… Associate. There’s No Rush

Building a kennel that refines in silence, the dogs
unsure what they’re being fed. Who knows where we’ll be in twenty years
if this carries on! Into the world came dresses
devouring genitals at night without the slightest incursion
to a collar. Jackhammering outside was the law of the universe
before science. And after the science? They’ll be fire
all over our clothes too. Plus all that crockery!
He had an Alistair Crowley tattoo on his leg, an Elvis
tattoo on his arm and if his entire skin
was peeled off in one pull it would be worth nothing
in those twenty years. We sat around the last dining room table
in all our finest finery and couldn’t eat a thing, our arms
so far apart! A dog came in and chewed the baby to death!
Quickly! Grab one item! No skin grabbed his mother’s favourite recipe.