Tuesday Sailor

Man marries glandularly;
Mummy fucks 4 love.
Housecrime knifeprices.
Sportscar comes w/ a spork.
Margate 4 Marxists.
Kif sea/ KFC of green.
Relax. Or at least misremember 
roster scarents, 
the cheeves & the beeves,
the wifey lies & the 5eyes.
Just a breather be. 

Ah preek she ate shone.
Liq kids are blewn strewn rats.
Love so slashing the rains changed,
the ruins chinged
that even suck me 
even now (wow)
into a hot mess
burning wreckage
as she sintillaked by the bedlight.
The Golden Giro
(as was in those days)
a sullen slip, blip 
of liberty, lap 
of bliperty!
We'll rail outta Scarburrow
tommorica,
lifesect our scarteries.

So 
sod kitchenettes
sod maisonettes
sod dinettes
sod marmouset
stoles 4 ladettes
laying layettes
4 swole
gentlemanly babies,
pilgrims w/ our faces,
previctims in utero.

Let's have an antibaby
holiday in lingerie.
Let's be whimfants 
on the leisurely stroll 
b4 life the bigdipper 
kittenshitter
multikilling kitchen.
Zygotcha yr cool snarl,
my haghard babe,
mio Maria del Golgotha.

Moy caliente is the burning wreckage.
U know it.

Furrocker when the Heavens
opened l/ a Hilton.
I shared the fate of th'Ark's
missing sigma smilodon,
Arthur Snarfenegger.
Sabretooth schmabretooth
sugartruth shitlibboleth.
Let velociraptors velocifap o'er
Thatcher splatometer of some stature.
That'll relax ya
my PC XXX 
sexy beeya-
ing.
O

gruen transfer!
Gluon cancer!
Futon panther!
Luton panzer!
Relax.

Lifework, manage balance.
Funambulance/madambulance.
Tempus nullius tempts us
w/ a prelapsarian getaway,
a port in any Wednesday
in the future's foreigncountry,
in a June of Maydays.
But the getaway car
was burning wreckage from the start.
Mas caliente is the burning wreckage,
more than banana hell I.T. 
of evil worlds passing 4 harmony.