decorum; diaphonized
let them lave up the cerebellum with soap
build up phellum, genetic armor, mi amor!
you can cope, leave that man, but you know you never can
he’s the cylinder for worms and the cameras at cannes
w ash while you rot and pour bodies on the froth
niagra of viagra in the vice-cubes of hoth
caught in the red tape you ducked to avoid
and caught in the lobotomies of sigmund freud
hellish landscape of nether region tumbleweeds
cut right through by tenacity
c’est insane all the stunning ways you flay
skin mummified as blue blood turns to gray
a sponge full of sherry blood in my popped cherry pies
i bleed out of crevices that i just try to hide
when he walks by
