I have a sand box in my bedroom
under a spell of savagism

obscene you mean these butchers
barricaded and untouchable

will rid yr abdomen of demons
the body's territory schematically excremental

a double disposition piercing its own structure
rotten drained or blocked

woke up and the words were everything
remembering the anal penis as symbolic of language

heat waves raced and shimmered round this rim
baleful schemers in sphincteral training

let them remain nailed down in the driveway, smiling
postulating self-preservation

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transformation doubles as infant
dark with excessive bright

vying for late receptors
so i became a pupil for the spirit

public shapes exchanged in ambush
not one voice but hundreds

engendered by mummery
immobile cyclones in their vacuum tubes

patients concealed in cryptograms
we can only say tuned or stunned

in sticky skin, diarrhea, pale urine sick from gangrenous limbs
where a single letter performs multiple sounds

refrain from appropriating weak and miserable creatures
all of them will be slandered by yr memory