Calcutta.painful dance but practice makes itMore Like This
hurt even more.
kolkata burns the port side and sweat from golden pores.
and a kiss is deflated on the door of the bird cage
tweety peep a fluttering feather of glance my way.
hot piss on december leaves.
kolkata the stereotypist forces jammed keys of English Letters
curled with enchanting sentiments. You're being colonized
and jungle fucking can't happen now.
kolkata married to the sea which gives but a bay of attention
takes so much that it seems fishy.
kolkata visit the deli for mahatma mahatemyself.
dalai dalai sabacthani ginsberg i'm being you for attention
i'm trying liquid jazz like a racehorse but
great hippo kolkata the swamp.
flatten my arches and pirrouette for peasants (!) and then
wait kolkata wants to unscrew my lightbulbs.
kolkata loves like a hole and is a bending pillar of light.
it dances with me because i seem to communicate in exhaust.
you're being coquette only seventeen grand yeah yeah.
i really need to move hook me