you have me running in
dangerous circles (round and round and round and)

or is it you that circles me ---
                  the helpless prey
                  ?

                  ((well, all the helpless can do is pray))


those alien teeth, they
close around my jugular, only slightly
i forget what (wheeze) air is for

she's are no declawed cat!,
scream my back and cheek and neck and arm and mind
                  [that's gonna sting like a ***** in the morning, warn-growls she,
                  predator woman
                  (chimaera, monster she, sphinx)]


just ******* let me go and let's
(make this mess)
get this done
i can feel the words shriveling off before reaching my tongue

[i know the chase to you is foreplay but]



                              mercy! mercy! timeout!



                  --- has no one told you that it's ugly to play with your food?

hi, god?
****, where the **** are you, man?
we've been trying to reach you for like, literally centuries!

(are you hiding or something? what happened?)

just, call me back when you get home, ok?

i'm all for the separation of church and state but

the buildings are too tall now and
i can't see the sky.

or
how very ******* rude!*

your unintentionally agressive, shining glare
reflects on all the
silverware and china and crystal
and it's the
                       last
                                  drop.

i say,

but enough about that
let's talk about
the fact that you're really ******** distracting
(see, i can't even finish my tea!)

you are
neon and flashing, police car lights
a warning:
blinding,
seizure and discomfort inducing
and tacky
but oh so ******* beautiful

(in the wrong way
i suppose
laugh)


                       can't you see the commotion you cause?


always *******
parading
like it's something to be proud of
like you don't care
like you don't know
like you don't even ******* notice

your appeal is
offensive and
disgustingly disconcerting and
impolite

                       [ sometimes i wonder if you even own a ******* mirror
                       and if you did,
                       would you, [upon
                       gazing at yourself staring
                       like it's just the thing to ******* do,]
                       would you *****
                       (like i want to)
                       on the floor
                       on the food
                       on your new shoes ]


sigh look
can you just go
be you somewhere else,
                       please
                       ?

you're making me sick
to my stomach and
i
                  can't
                                   breathe


cough
i'm sorry,
it's just

the bile isn't helping my sore throat.

sunlight plays with
the skin that wraps you up and shields you from all that is the world around us:

fear.

we have been stripped from this
from this discerment between
what is
        intimate and private and public
        and a spectacle
        of its own

social stigmas and rules and plots
should they be followed, or
        understood
        ?

all should be seen but
none should be witnessed
by the
        distant ever-present all-encompassing
        eyes
        of the people

i consume you
furiously
devour you
but, lovingly ---
i mean no harm.

i must feed
you see ---
and you are all i
have left

teeth and flesh and blood
are one, see ---
my love.

i am greed and
desperation ---

until you are nothing (but my eager breathing).