fingerfun at DAYGLUP camp

may you know me goofier

than the silvery bind

threading a lifelong chain

around a neck that slumps

born to the BEATMEAT bluecesspool

carry my creamy eggs

over beatmeat fields

i will like the clouds

smooth over your mills

the NATURAL is your kindred

half past whine

you had your chance

lick the chainsaw

a putrid blur