the worm burps crasanthyums
like hypnic jerk
matter becomes metaphor
thats how the beast works with in us
we are a book of masks
and i'm up to my neck in
mirrors of the marvelous
midnight music beguiles like a blizzard of whispers
flaming candles heat like ovens
burning finger by finger
i melt flabbergasted in dark linoleum clouds
blood gluttonous
tender bites
lips like red rain and trussed thighs
she grins
a face of needles and mice
i think she wants me
this old man, soggy eyed mop
linen wrapped
before aortic aneurysms
i'm a living tarot card
the falling tower and the lovers
break downs and break throughs
my groin a slobbering clot
dreaming panties drenched
straight jacketed on her knees
pussy willow shadows
drooling exacerbations
a caffeinated candy
licked thickly
twitching blinks; rem ejaculations
her face; a tattooed anus
shit mouth smiles
brown one eyed gnome
fuck the stinking cyclops
ennui; ass talk lubricates
a raspberry crumble
looking for god
omniscient
even in sodom
the white swans utterance
incoherence's
dressed in a whores negligee
her belly a thousand sucking mouths
and i press into her thunder
shattering dawns gravity
a pinhole of empty cups
