this mind smear like a slow
PC taking that sentence
down in long black lines
goes about ten miles out of
Commerce, TX where the
trigger of her love gun scares
this convenience store punk
and we grab the jerky and
fortified wine and head back
over to the graveyard and
fuck and fuck and still that
ache won't stop and some of
those assholes at school say
we're haunted but I think if I
could get my whole head up
her pussy and take a good
look around I could figure
out who to kill first