you shake my shimmy shakes
the quakes in the back of the mind box,
my mind box-the beat box-the bees box.
the one that's kept open filled w/ silver stingers
like silver guns. BANG! BANG! BIZZ. BUZZ.
cowboys & indians. let's play like kids.
honey spills from bullet wounds. honey vomits
from the sky, in amber shades to masquerade
your plague of violet(lent) eyes.