- baby
It is hot raw tuna in here,
Thick with milky glue
And me
I am what are these meaty stubs at all the ends
They are and they are and they are and they are my flesh
And I seem to inhabit it all comes into me through silky snaking pulses
And these gelatinous receptions are all dark and thick pink and fog
And I feel
And I fill with the sound
Of bethum bdm bethum bdm bethum bdm
Bouncing and something soft sounds
Rhythm of two separate beats,
Mine and the one cradling me with its undulating goo
Stillness is not so easy
Bobbing here like an apple…waiting
Waiting
- Corpse
It is cool dark chocolate dung roast in here,
Thick with rainbows of manure
And me,
Flesh fell in sticky clumps from my bones
And stuck to the earth instead.
My nose grew a hole.
And I fill with the sound
Of shhhhhhh and pomp pomp pomp pomp
Foot falls and dried leaves in the wind
And the changing seasons
Throb like a heart beat
Season bthm season bdm season bthm
The heat tore my body from me,
The cool cemented it’s mummified skin,
The drip of snow-water sunk and froze and cracked and disintegrated
The remaining sludge that was once body.
And there is a daisy seed
In my nose hole
And its roots fill my mouth cavity
Like a delicate spittle.
3.Mother
I waited for you for months
It was like they say about boiling water,
It never boils until you stop watching.
I am popping right now. I got so ripe
I was like a big globe swilling thousands of tsunamis,
You, my baby, disaster’s best creation,
What should I name you?
4.Grave
They dug me eight by eight
And I was a hole
For you to fill
Within me, cradled,
I suck the puss
Of your living
And the chemical grass fertilizer
Seeps into the place
Where your heart sinks into infinite rot
Comments