we are devilish sparrows flitting
anon, currant fruits upon a limb-
talons curl grasp the worlds
ovaries and testicles
in delightful spurts
of esplanade;
an umbilical cord remains
after mama chews in two
the veins,
in vesical exuberance
we splay
and **** and hew
the sweet fruits flesh the
mane
the same as our
tree trunks do.
Cantilever on a shelf
ripen
weave a poem ourself
make cream and wetness
come into the silver eyes of lust,
it is all so normal now
the cow(brown cow)
forever
masticates
white forever now