The blatant remedy of subfaction of human indigestion

And fucking living breathing homunculus pine needles

In the shed that I forgot to bleed when He woke up

Next to me I said I was a home for Him. He bled out

Under the taco grass. He said my name was Able, but I

Was unable to figure out penises in vaginas

And the crazy crime, the Crimean war would follow me

Unto the following of time beyond my own mind

And senses that I cannot explain,

I must rearrange and I must be gone

Because the end has come now.