25 May 2009

unfetish - my bleeding christ teeth

yr plastic breath stolen in brittle gasps
weak at the calves, we grip rails

surf the rectal stars, this gnu cell of us
my bold finger in you, the tear

yr bovine fist at the barricade
firm and sacred, a turgid hammer

the bass blare cutting faster, deeper
yr nipple in the bamboo slice, my head

our guttural harmonic sigh, buried
at black moon point

and today baby, we sweat last night's chemicals
in toxic bucketfuls, pissin on the bodies

alone in frenzied meth-stench
a pornography of sentences

smiling at the neon gods
we are

(poem for moTHER has words)

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