what the eye registers as pauses
we all know is alphabet and crib death

whose bones no longer serve
if you close yr eyes you will die

morning o you morning: stilled: incomplete
that sentence is about crime colon slicing

halo of excrement jagged and gaping
cold and shiver cold and shiver cold and shiver

gleaming repeated phantoms dismantled figures
always loitering outside the artificial limbs club

limp tangle, hail discolored
yr tongue squirming against the stitches

the complicated looping of steady gesture
suffering torqued relentless torso

*

what remains is a womb disembodied
an intact body, on a new body, a body never before touched

this is position one, we look into the neighbors house
a naked girl in the arms of mouths

our addictions have begun to sustain us
monstrous punctuation wrestling spectres of defeat

this is an affectionate sentence
whose breasts finger imperceptible balance

reach the thigh:milk:stone:church:scrotum
skull a few more days at arms length

catullus on the wall, no cure, only poison probes
a lip and dagger story

the only sign i know is the one for death
mirror avenges you of uniform

*

cyst but with memory
no reason for concern

with other soft breaded parts
we will disguise ventricle for eyelid

obsessed with defective figures
against the window: dura matter

the body hangs a morbid curiosity
against its intimate oxygen

the hysterical patterning of fingerprints
this talk is not symptomatic

a parasitic penis shrewdly managed
forgive us of the harm we may do

emerging to gasps: holding her legs up
so that she may feel that her body is open to the air