My Fridge Freezer Is Not Cold

set up the sweet duck

a sweet in the mouth around his love embraces only the center of the tongue on the palate decide
break before dying

the clashing teeth and saliva is a different,
a dual nature: it comes from one side but on the other hand stirred happens


where the child comes across the street to me,
sells candy in a plastic bag.

toothless smiles smiles all happy about something that does not touch me.

the street is this: if one is quietecito
may notice dust, slow bone bed
humor that we're full.

my soul is a cheese sandwich, melted through the walls of bread,
located in the strategy of surrender.

it to see the other day on the street and take me by
you covered me not to sleep, thus
yours to make pompous statements which are nothing
each other:
fate puts us in front
not we move arms, teeth, seething walls of the tongue.

many ways to live my heaven,
condoms are now dry items optimism.
the wonder of what we will, loving to
far beyond come to see
a certain order of the species low in sodium, sugar free,
GM, lactose free, low in fat: a species perhaps more free and healthy, safe touch and eye,
without caffeine if possible;

love with shoes,
always willing to touch us no more or get to the core

or anger that we leave for ourselves when no one sees us
and sound enraptured
murmur of desire.