Chelsea threw the hammer through the t.v.  
The surroundings looked more natural this way. 

Mark was in Walmart yesterday,

until an employee,  It feels good to be empy. I do it rather well. Consider it a calling. 

She screamed and screamed and screamed 
The fog covered the streets when she finally ate.  I can go for days without eating. Consider it a calling. 
I do it rather well. I do it because it feels like hell. 

She had been shitting all morning, 
the bathroom was comforting.
I forest so easily. Consider it a calling. I do it rather well. I do it because it feels like hell.

I was in Walmart yesterday and saw an incap filled of Ghost pinyatas.
I stared at them for a long time. They looked so inviting dishelved on the shelves like they did, gtheir eyes darting about under their plastic covering I wanted to take my heart and put it inside one so when a little kid got to beat the shit out of the peniata they coulld use my heart falls through the hole, the swarm of kids can put it in their mouth, a novelty chew toy.

e bought 30 cans of french style green beans because they were 21 cents a can.
He fucks only in twilight prewake mornings when talking is austere and lonely houses.

Your shoulders were so wide, George said to me, you look like a bunch of triangles. an upside down pizza by the slice, 
your waist too narrow, cartoon super hero. 

Every feature reminded Chelsea of something else.

Sloppy clouds were thick above heads the day the water and electricity got shut off.  I carried on as explorer. 

 Into a rainforest we must go
canteen in hand, 
art of documentation and preservation and for god sakes,
find water.  Forever finding water. 

Room to room our silence grew 
trees at first, birch, apple 
then parricides and snakes. 

Thick bushes adorned cranberries and, 
swamps inside of sunsets

lagoons with the clearest sea jelly creatures you've ever seen. 

Planets and fire and violins and atmosphere, too
tossed up frozen-like.  

Into the thick-oiled and salty ocean we must go. which infected most of the yard now.  

 If only Chelsea could make it to the other side. A good swim, eye-balling the distance.

The cast iron gate spread on ivy. Gnomes greeted either side of the entrance. 
They stood wide hipped, shoving neon gazing globes high above their heads, 

Godly sky, these offerings are for you, 
silly enough to be brilliant as a Gnome, 

all these shiny objects distracting gods and dogs,
look look, here boy here.