How the Bonobos came to christ

A more loving, kinder species to eat of the fruit, tangy as the brine, you just won’t find

A lubricious brow's worth the risk To be safe inside, shirtless, under the broad- brimmed leaf, in the heat, is worthy the preening—& abjection oh!— freed from the water-stain & voluntary wound in the thigh that never closes, never 'Collective is the corrective!' one says, as the jaws thrust into the wind attest An ugly organ of death is the mouth of a he-spartan circling and meaning ever to be one to loners! To be holy by the sign of a hand-clap makes her Lady — who is rather crotch- respectful to them that’s inside as out— but teeth grind on and spin greedily, with the toes or rocks & verdure looking the same, same as everything! A slew of rind, under bushel & toes, speak well to the eternal junket of seed, munch and tree, with two becoming three

(2009)