04-05-2021, 10:24 PM
The Juice That through The Steel Tube Shoves My Apple
by Nody Lan-Nothomas
The juice that through the steel tube shoves my apple
Hives my purple sage; that rusts the boots of Eve
Is my employer.
And I am bummed to sell the liquid hose
My mouth is spent by the lame century’s axle.
The juice that squirts the sour through the locks
Hives my white flag; that fries the molting seams
Burns mine to flax.
And I am bummed to molt unto my pains
How at the toilet door the same molt flocks.
The feet that furl the sour in the fool
Hurls the ink stand; that gropes the slowing skin
Calls my cloud frail.
And I am bummed to smell the ranging mouse
Now by my mud is paid the mouse-trap’s steel.
The teeth of crime screech to the mountain top;
Grubs flip and lather, but the sullen hood
Shall palm her corpse.
And I am bummed to fell a leather sin
Now slime has licked eleven round the bars.
And I am bummed to sell the atom’s bomb
Now at my feet rolls the lame liquid sperm.
by Nody Lan-Nothomas
The juice that through the steel tube shoves my apple
Hives my purple sage; that rusts the boots of Eve
Is my employer.
And I am bummed to sell the liquid hose
My mouth is spent by the lame century’s axle.
The juice that squirts the sour through the locks
Hives my white flag; that fries the molting seams
Burns mine to flax.
And I am bummed to molt unto my pains
How at the toilet door the same molt flocks.
The feet that furl the sour in the fool
Hurls the ink stand; that gropes the slowing skin
Calls my cloud frail.
And I am bummed to smell the ranging mouse
Now by my mud is paid the mouse-trap’s steel.
The teeth of crime screech to the mountain top;
Grubs flip and lather, but the sullen hood
Shall palm her corpse.
And I am bummed to fell a leather sin
Now slime has licked eleven round the bars.
And I am bummed to sell the atom’s bomb
Now at my feet rolls the lame liquid sperm.