Friday, June 11, 2010

Bodies                               -in orgy.
without Time to seperate us-
[chrono]logically we were all seperated
until my mind
   fucked us-
all together -on this couch.
a forward motion                                cycling   
     backwards                               gcyclin
      -ack                                  ngcycli                 to repeat repeat repeat repeat repeat
   w-                            ingcycl   r    d  s  
                              lincyc          a
                      clingcy         mo-ment-
               yclingc                                          in-different-
      cycling
                                                                                    -shades of upholstery.

feeling raw with       l  s    spl   it   OPEN.
                                e
                      a        g          bl
                                              ee
                                                    d
                                                        in
                                                                  g   beneath a covered mouth.
I want to bre-ak
my teeth against your teeth
to bite e a c h one and line them up
in my stomach and dance
to my grumbling thirst.
A starving mouth.
I'll eat you up with my gingerbread couch
buttons, belly, and bones.
feast on my l  s
                e
              g
as all seven hands rub the crack between
the cushions unseam
the lining and
set the frame on fire.
my l       eaten bare
       e    s
         g   and
face

melting like -hot plastic
   my desire-
                  -dowsed in kerosine
        my- body
picked  -clean- by vultures the harrowing truth
of
my seemingly still furniture
placed just-so to cover the stain.

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