the ten-bit chorded off into the corner/struck in the back/bleeding/but nuzzled like a buzz/hope in the future/no future here/stuck in
the soundless station of all the empty/so full of empty it’s empty/fistfuls
swallowing the sweat/alongside the similarities next to the next/hands striking
pubic bone and gristle/shining buttocks/nipples blown back/the bit bitten off
like a carrot top/breath exchanged/then withdrawing/beneath the rag, ear, chin
– blood/barely breathing now/grime of the shaft to the back of the gums/tethered still with teeth (still missing) but somewhere still champing at the
butt/in the still corner a couple of cripples rest and restore one another with
a salt snack of/salt/the semen kind/and regain one club foot over another
until each are able to stand/on one another/and regain a fortune in the future
she stands aloof/always with her hair in her hands/feverish/almost touching the tip of her tongue/she stays that way like a baby in a crib/rolling over the remnants of what she shat out/the night before/through saliva boiled over twigs and twine/she speaks/belly full of steam/”who’s the little beast-maker with the hands?”/heated by more flames/she falls to her knees/”like climbing back into my ass/all the better to make a cleaner fart”/she stalls above the slipcover/sandy head over creeping ivy/resting/pubic curls down to throttled thighs/she sits down/hands spreading the odor wide/fondling the fat of her baby’s belly/belching out the sound/of soft legs/youth/stiffening with each burst of putrid putty/-first/spewing out onto the open/”that be the story of an evening spent”
a tortured branch of philosophy/he fends of the chords and bites down on it/down with the phallus/down with the flank/against the back of the blonde worker/double backed/and bent over to take all that is given him/this is tender stuff/my boy/pressing cheek to saliva saddled cheek/there are things that can still crawl downwards/ellipsis/heads now buzzed/lifted backwards like buzzards/inside of the torso like a Sunday away/between arms/cocks paddling across lips and then cut/off from the lip/streaking across the bed like used floss/he burns down the silky wet with want/shot up with fear and distrust/hands on shoulders/pulling down/down/down with the rest of the between thigh mania/springing into the garden like a glans in the heat/scraping trust off of dried blood-stained sheets/always & quick
