there's the button a knife and the phone
i'd felt that i could not have been surprised

it makes of the body erotic
all of us very learned apes, sailors flirting

change : rain
I'm starving of this weather

as gender infolds caught sight of our genitals
the third scenario, yellow sprouts, no master territories

the greatest anecdotes of a stark naked corpse
hanged, slowly sling slung from tongue

turned in thought to cannibalism
you see an ass head of yr own

and where are there snouts gluttering globules of snoot
but the other censorships deep hammer history

the organs ineffable poise in the cadaver
penetrating revolution disguised in blood-acid

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the dorsal artery of the penis ascends piercing the triangular
turning some liver spotted page

the origin branches cotton and iron territories
of saliva, with rubber gloves

speak to me a different anguish torched flesh to be touched
where prim pussies impale

have your own odyssey how many voiced it be
though sun rubbed honey flow

i'd like to have been remembered as to remember
you could be planting a raucous bed

durable flame : discord and harmony : shivering scalpel
the tough button of her nipple

this last image burning from overexposure
with these innocent sausages of flesh, and none

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some people need a harsher kind of love
turn the radio to the christian station but leave the volume off

offering words of a burlesque romp
perhaps : reflexivity : elastic : sphincter

licked and sucked and eaten
and fucked and debauched

a quiet hymn the circumlocutions of crotch
though always relational we'll penetrate yr sovrn limits

down my throat with both hands, hoping
forsythia scalpels erupt from intestine

something yr lips left on mine
a death passport to our machine eden

hawks, flanks, size, elegant
this is the word as it slays you