"drunk the windows ..."

Drunk the windows        boisterous song
the milk condenses     we drag
cleft and fleas
we need hamburgers and sunday for sobriety
but first, my socks
mustard     definitely the tart of the strip
custard for my friends at the office
won't look well
the stares scar like pornography
I give up now he's gone slivers tweezed
may I stay for the stimulating revulsion
said great words     but his style, minor
blanks
monks, coal in Burma     & on the hour, clocks.