The skull was filled with spiritual jazz and funk records
Free jazz prog rock and dirty country ambers,
blue grass tones with fuzz and beefy
beats
you can fuck to and go far out / in time and
space
(Bluebonnet acres, ranch and pasture scenery)
The skull had on it a face and in it a tongue
on the tip of it her taste
her butter buns never better chased
Never better caught or more kneaded
Squeezed full of flirty fuck-school clamor
better than any filtered rat race
Naturally merged
with a fresh tune up and a brand new clutch
sunfire sprocket and running lights
Chrome seat wings
Spread eagle superhighway
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