sweet cans
cranky hands shift containers of cans
stolen by the neighborhood
rum runner stink fist clan
breakfast gypsies who
skate, walk, limp, and frown
with any attempt to quell
the burn thirst raging deep in their guts
torched dreams yield
to sun-cracked skin vessels
accepting sloppy copper payouts,
which reminds these dumpster pirates,
of the shit can hand
they parade in front of every man
Angelica Portofino
Angelica Portofino, exasperated after her recent European (yer-a-peein’) vacation, engineered a family of murder hornets in order to bring terror back into her world of whimsy.
ABOUT THE ARTIST
Berthed from mischievous leprechauns near technicolor shadow lands surrounding Honah Lee, Theodore Wallbanger rides mysterious sparkle railcars bursting with crunchy cotton candy clouds dispatched from slippery erotic massage vixens who rage pillow laugh hourly within a splintered transportation module that screams along butterscotch wonder tracks forming vibrations for audiences across Sugar Hill Mountain.
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