I
would Desire your Body more: if it were (inside) my Body
I
would Desire your Body more: if it were more Resembling of a Static Motion
I would
Desire your Body more: if it were more Resembling of an African Safari
I
would Desire your Body more: if it weren’t a terrifying Representation of our History,
dying through that
quivercrack
I
would Desire your Body more: if I were (inside) only Experiencing ¼ of my own Body (World)
I
would Desire your Body more: if I weren’t so Foolishly wanting to give it so much Love
I
would Desire your Body more: if I were closing (a mouf) over every open Orifice
I
would Desire your Body more: if all the Lights would shut off in your Body,
leaving us Alone
I
would Desire your Body more: if I were sure:------------->“Oh, I don’t know, Kiddo”
I
would Desire your Body more: if it weren’t such a Winter Lodge of Sorrow
I
would Desire your Body more: if it wasn’t for the Fact of it being my (owned) Body
I
would Desire your Body more: if I felt myself, so pleasurably within it
embarking on my own Hoedown style
I
would Desire your Body more: if it enabled the Sensation of an Exiting without
a Hint of Trouble to Think
I would
Desire your Body more: if it were to, in a Sense, Vault me Gloriously in a Pile of charming Manure
I
would Desire your Body more: if it were, so to speak, a Relief of Language
I
would Desire your Body more: if it were, a Mother continuing to Enable my own
Unstructured Existence
I
would Desire your Body more: if it weren’t so Resinous with such disarming Falsity
I
would Desire your Body more: but *this Account, is most likely: False
I
would Desire your Body more: if it were a place || between *this City || and
Sea:------>“Hew, and Thee I Sigh…”
I
would Desire your Body more: if it were to Tickle in me, something akin to the
skinning of the Disjecta of Distance
I
would Desire your Body more: if it were an inner
security of Digestion: one I could rub, against, right up, tucking
myself, with Rigor in
I
would Desire your Body more: if it weren’t *this Fear of Waste, the Weight of
which, Shadows *this
I
would Desire your Body more: if when presented with it, I was both sad and happy,
at an ever-increasing flip-flop fucking Velocity
I
would Desire your Body more: if it weren’t so
damn ceaselessly Coarse in its Bland Continuum
I
would Desire your Body more: If it were Suitable
enough, for a make-shift Map of Longing
I
would Desire your Body more: if it were, as if I was being put up against “a
put on”—in many cases—defined as: Myself
I
would Desire your Body more: if it were, lunging through to delineate the Face: i.e. getting a toehold on the
Ringing endorsement of “The Real.”
I
would Desire your Body more: if it were merely a Movement and when Confronted:
there wouldn’t be a Word in need
I
would Desire your Body more: if I could Gum, over and over again, what was left
there is *this
I
would Desire your Body more: if it were pushing us
towards *this City which is effectively:
Paralyzing
I
would Desire your Body more: if it were a Sign
that didn’t relate to The Sign
I
would Desire your Body more: if it were, I
mean--------------->going all “fucking
Kablooey—[!]”
I
would Desire your Body more: if it were, something I could Break in Pieces: a trampish way of Dazzling, eructing an Erection
I
would Desire your Body more: if I could Assault it with food while pulling the
back of your Skin back
I
would Desire your Body more: if produced in me the thought:-------->“I am indeed, engaged, in something Destructive”
I
would Desire your Body more: if it were an *Ass in the reverse of: “as is”
I
would Desire your Body more: if it didn’t Represent the Thought: “to Touch, to
Enact, the Outside: the Gulf of the Interstice”
I would
Desire your Body more: if it weren’t Exposed in its Accent towards pushing
*this Space slideways
I
would Desire your Body more: if it were the very Constraint of a Bodily Ache
that I sought to Nationally Soil
I
would Desire your Body more: if it were the Distance minus distance of *this: and
the Bliss of an uncontrolled Spin
I
would Desire your Body more: if what could Remain, would be only *this---àinterlaced with its awful Sight, in the Night
I
would Desire your Body more: if it Preserved *this Perseverance, to Oppress, my
End
I
would Desire your Body more: “Oh, Who the hell cares—[?]” For--->every man must be saved for only himself
I
would Desire your Body more: if it were fraught in its Porosity: somber
in its own impetuous crossing
I
would Desire your Body more: if it were a Space detonating more Space detonating
more Space detonating more Space
I
would Desire your Body more: if I could finally finish *this Act of Blowing it
the Fuck Up
