wear me like butter

Is there a there
a word without
tongue
catching the
license
in a gutful of pity
lamentation & grating
spit in the grass
all of us waiting
for a hospital pass
the guilty verdict
the hangman's dash
the final kiss
pucker punch date
god the allure
of decadent flesh
my finger's scorch
impotence' candle
cool their sizzle
between your legs
cool as the needle
in a faerie cake
i am unable
to slip that button
asparagus fingers
shake so much
& drip hot wax
who will acquit me
on this basis
i am guilty
corpulant rigid
stuck in a gaze
splintered delusion
minotaur horny
like an infusion
salt warm cock
penetrating your
diffidence
Like a new sock
there is some there
without a there in the world
stop look stare
this meat is glass
there i am there
suspended in ethanol
wear me like butter
i am invisible
revision expends me
grass becomes milk
i am so gullible
clown in your
pocket
do not forsake me
It’s catastrophic
Johnny don’t hate me
i fukn will love it.

2018