my morning mother gives birth to infants and grenades.
the warhorse straddles my brothers, and we reconquer
spoiled flowers from our dead dud dad.
in the sleep, we brew bricks and my words
prick mom's uterus, hoping to impregnate
her hole with meaningful human beings.
but darkness and i must misplace exit signs
and only shit leaves her body before cocks crow in the new days.
before long, i will fuck her in narrow daylight, ready
not to narrate the story of breast
flying from her exploded body
to suckle in the mouth of her aging child.
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