Words come sticks

Every sweat you take 

Every swallow of coffee 

Why do these peanuts 

Caked with salt 

Gag me like a crocodile 

Choking on a juicy child

Because they're made of speed bumps maybe 

Cos they're made of logs

Salvaged from my eyes

My patina is thin as hair 

Cracked and bitten by 

Abortion forceps 

Stupefaction 

Schools my wave 

As my brittle 

Words come sticks 

Break and crumble 

Inarticulate 

Tainted 

Fractions croak 

Misapprehension 

Intrepid 

Inviolable 

Morbid pretties 

Flaunt the concourse 

Of insouciant conformity 

My feet are on fire 

My soul is burning in hell 

Already 

You could lick me 

Like an iron 

Fry your tongue

In boiling phlegm

If you cut me 

I'd bleed flames 

If you insult me

I'd accede to heaven. 

14/09/17