Nails Duct Taped into the Floo

Nails Duct Taped into the Floor, Pointy Side Up

In the waiting room
For august
I laughed, my sides split
My spleen (lickety spit) split
Invisible forces hold chairs
Together over ground
Sideways down the sidewalk
Passing autos
I touched whomever
I'd want
(If I liked)
I'll go where I please
I've lost my way, out of sight, out of
My mind, out of time
Copyright the post marks
Then send them back to
Denmark in a sheet
A skin of sheet
Not much of a waiting room
No smoke, no smokers
Spleen on scatter
(Watch it, buddy)
Machete chairs and fights
Throwing chairs and bites
Burning chairs for lights
No one's the smoker
Leaving-walking-going
Sideways on sidewalk
I'll know where to go (once
I get there)
Stepping on throats the entire way there
I can try the best I can
So I'll take your wallet
You loved ones, your sweater
Waiting room for getting wounds
(Return postage to Denmark)
If I'd like
I'd lose my way
Not being able to see and all
Chair fire gone out, see
Take your jacket and watch and plates
All walls, all windows, all doors
A waiting room for august
Sirs and chair-legs make blood
Stains and acid baths
Sidewalk on the sunshine
(Yes, you bother me)
Glorified chairs to yearn
Frenzy chairs hit perms
Morning chairs and germs