1
Unbelievable sluts
The umbra lavable slits
Of the iron sluts
Washing their cunts with shadows
Douching with the shadows
The witch shadows of oblivion
Eleven oblivions later
Sweet negative oblivions
Living in my Indians
Squanto, keep an eye on
Those ions


2
Swift, sweet negative ablations
Blowing the doors off the fashions
Green mountain in a windy oblivion
The sun afternoon siesta of the soul
The soul can transact his business
In the clean country haciendas,
No matter where his agents are deployed.
Which is a fair description.