Sixth Koan on cConchious Sex

the question mark butterfly never really existed

today not so they’ve all flown over the cliff

and Hatsue people no longer ask the way nowhere

hats off to them though wherever they go geoducking

 

I learned Melanesian pidgin myself

back when I was a catbird myself

irridescent at the neck myself

and underappreciated

even by mia tomb of pozhalsta brown sugar matzo

are the toothsome company of your breasts great God

nevertheless just as small as my hands can be

 nau may I be birdless beyond me e-stop

selber schto negrow balm of Gilead

so and so blow me know me toots

then edit me hard, I still need it blood red bad.

(myself) Liszt ends here.

Sissyfuss-Zephyrus