| i she wears her vision.. her shoulder draped along riverbank avenues and puddles drugged in mist and molecule tides-- drunk on the crevice of pestle ankles. intrinsic walks as the taper around the breast burns diagonals in the fallen speculation. lips that move in unison with the panorama of listening and wounding intellectual fingers. then she, in all her sky and eyelids, shows me islands... ravines in exile scent but lurking in practice. fused to the freedom of lifting and sleeping. clinched to the smooth exhalation. inhaled from parchment cloth to hessian nude. dripped from the cloud spirit over time. drenched in the morning valley. happenstance by curious inquisition.. the skin (in folds) unfolds like mirrors. my vision. raw and unabashed.. real and without morphine off any kind. lie there in left and right. ii hi.. i live in cellulite with throat that coughs little sea haze into the cobwebs that lie rabid under my watchful roof. i have been castrated. my intellect foams at the mouth as i spay cats for change in the subway. i am a good citizen. i brush my teeth twice a day. gargle with oxides and unzip my soul from the body every waking glance. often, when i see the rabbit catchers in the blood wood, reeking of hedges and cellar oak, i bury myself at the foot of your mouth. my fever drenched in guitar bruise and perforated one line screams. back on land i'm drumming my fingernails off the clock that is draped in thyme. smoked my lung through an eternal endeavour and tied my little larynx down. boardwalk whore that i've become, i spray rats with toothpaste and sell them as tic tacs... lozenges... inheriters. welcome to my shell. it buzzes when you kiss my drain. iii symbiosis. its gonna catch on |