compulsion
Posted by Rich Magahiz Mon, 25 Apr 2011 19:04:00 GMT
turn away while there’s time
those legs
those bedbug eyes
they shed their skins silver muscles stream
flow my secretions
this crackup shan’t be
tweeted
the gut furnace petrichor wafting
such pure thick
diesel to my true love
hey nonny
puff the Swisher through a diaphragm
wood screws
fall from our mouths
a firewood tongue gone numb
shut your eyelobes Gene’s got no earballs
my heart is torn,
merciful savior
high in carbs
her hold filled: Nu Ceti ambergris
wrinkles by the crease
our team captain
leaves them in
vest of vacuum sister lets it out
that girl
cuts the tails off sperm
eats them with hot sauce
a long drear trip to Ectopia
among forked realities
I sire
multitudes
two-more tickles we’ll have reached Base III
