April 18, 2017

Tired of my skull
A livid whistle in the open
Scarlet fungus
Blazing through the game
Are you afraid of opening up
Fetid ink of the old heart
Or is just arctic meat
Bleeding into some cobalt rush
Find me
In the land above you
Misted phlox across your chest
Press me down against
Your mercy
Keep me away from gods
The xanthic sulphur of shame
Quicken my thighs and signals
Thrust me forward
The secret spasm of things

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