Maggots and Cherries

I had to suck 

On something 

Something tart 

And congealed 

Something rancid and bitter 

Something which wasn't 

A jelly soft nipple 
neither 

Was it anything less 

Than a pug knuckle 

Or a slat of tripe 

Nothing warm 

And moist 

And welcoming 

Just some reticular 
exegesis 

Some prevalent dismissal 

Some concomitant abuse 

Deathwatch beetle maggots 

Hidden and distending 

In the fraught convulsions

Of dilapidation 

Which spontaneously concur 

Within these walks

Of empty space

And ridicule me

Like flares 

Meet me today

I'll bring cherries

Wear your best pants

And prepare for take off

Pushkin loves you 

The sleet is full of cigarette butts

Spring melts 

The king of spades

Let's play poker 

And swim to heaven.

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