Junk Mail poems, second printing

(here is the newest version of the Junk mail poems. I keep working on them. Think of them as my Leaves of Grass, except they arent masterpieces and, surprisingly, less gay.)

#2
Beautiful girls of the universe,
Dirty road trips often elapse
In Arkansas.

Where small men and boldmarauders try coronary
On distinguished penises
In happy family photos.

And supple ascetics, Rather small and delicate,
bring clenched pink flicks of hardcore incest.

Where Little girls, foot fetishists,and
Indians are having sex on cameras
Precisely every night
By the flowed streams of limpid water.



#3

A dead soldier obligingly left a redcoat message:
Don't disclose the frothy frontier

Offense troops climb the astronaut mountains
Dodging newly arisen booby traps in clear water.

They get off on watching oil,
Nodules of black translucence that border the fields.



#4
Gene Master of Ceremonies,
How’s life?
I have massive internal creampies from Dorian.
Take off your dictatorial earrings
I want you for an urgent transfer


#5
It’s a Deadly October
The caddies are hurling tennis balls
At the lustrous tropasphere.

They envy the
The monitored gender
In their bonny picturesque incest!

#6
The incredible craftspeople left
A lonely tissue in a curlicue droop.
In this cyllindrical moment,
There is still a resiny connection,
a honolulu feel,
all you want in one place.



#7
Bravo, you angelic Gaelic handbag!
I am your piteous kiosk.
So adorned with crude trinkets, Beauty
surprisingly comes from one source:
The biggest sale of the season.

#8
Oh Oral Odonell,
Enjoy my friends mom.
It’s a certain moderate want if you know someone from Antigua.



#9
We pick girls for you
off the street expansion.
They are Prada maniacs, visibly guilty in this liquor age. But the brunette is fond of taking it in her mouth.
They have no Krav Maga classes.
They also don’t contain any augure, wandering in their bouyant haircuts, dreamlike.

#10
A hot little shit fucking a teacup
offers healing and stress dissolving services.
He can manipulate the price
and provide baseball viruses.


#11
Are you ignoring me, Axiology,
killing your russian bitches.
Dear friend, this is a limited chance.

You hiroshima callahan.
Disguised in your real estate and geology,
your corporeal velours.


#12
Bodhisattva, they're beautiful,
the mature ladies showing pussy.
They eat men's sperm in
uncountable pics of outlandish bonk.