sonnet from philip

               





"I am speaking to the boy inside the planetarium..."

My essentialist, Complete Evil has a head now.

You understand do stop right? (Don't, King!)

Whirly-swirly thoughts under the lotus. Tiny is nice.

You make me tiny. "Are you bloodlust or only looking?"

King me. Is that old man riding on the handlebars

of the poem again? Sheez. I turned off all avenues

of communication and you appeared. I think my ghost's hard.

History in tow, it isn't working. Eros chaferbugs everywhere!

PANG FOR DUMMIES. Or maybe this is Planet Pang.

Take me to your leader. The urge to chauffeur a style

based on the forgetting switch is very palatable.

You make me hot in the Palookaville Underworld where I live.

Red carpet: Who am I wearing?! A little ensemble by Fuck Off & Drunk.