Random Volatile

with free back, snail scat
no longer terrified to eat ghosts
I build my house with graveyard lumber
black lake birds, things get cluttered
but I consist of kites & disturbed verbs all day long
I roll around one curve
and enter another
as all the geisha granddaughters in my car
play a hip funk jazz and
don’t give a damn how fucked up
any president is