THE MONEY IS IN
THE CAR:
Car in the right alley. Make up in the bag.
This switch, wants it all. I’ve raided spaces no one has
seen before.
The right, vile, mad beatings locked inside penny plates,
discs called money.
A right, vile, mad, fat, punching, old, man. Licked the
stuffed envelope of paper.
Meeting place, one minute from the car, in a garage with a
broken door, and even though I was the one that was keen, I’m out. I’m out of
it.
I’m not keen, now.
You piled up wreckages,
pain on the face hitting sharp wing of the car,
Car no right turns,
I’m the one in the vile car,
out there has mad
minds,
I’m Make The old with
not the up -ight man and keen in vile
Licked broken now the mad the door
You bag beatings stuffed and piled
This locked envelope has even up’d the switch inside of
wreckages,
it wants penny paper .
Meeting was all
discs;
place one,
I’ve called one keen
raided money minute ,
I’m spaces ,
A from out to B.
fat right wreckages old, and out in alley raided bag
In the uneven broken one, I put the right place inside him.
Licked switch
I’ve gone right through the
alley broken inside called the one before now of one.
I’m keen about the garage, where the photo’s of mad
wreckages raided one…
I want money like I’m vile.
Make the door heat up
a penny a minute in the hot car .
The You signed on paper, I’m out sleeping in an old bag.
I and the spaces that
it brings with the beatings.
Exhibit A;
has not stuffed enough money, given from the one mad one that got up.
And left plates of
money, out in,
The Meeting of man.
This was right and locked and all seen,
keen envelope full of
discs fat in even this place,
makes me break.
