You just keep on carving back my smiles,
elastic vowels you blanket me in,
drowning me, again, with smoke from your belly.
Gargle all the chunky bits
that remain in this blended relationship.
Strain them out through the cheesecloth
which splits apart,
like the split between your legs
The split of an insect’s back when it
bends, arches, reaches too far.
And I’m sick of that bird-shit-yellow
oozing out from that crack there;
held in your scarecrow arms.
I don’t want to be your headache
in this migraine *******
Sep 20, 2011
Sep 20, 2011 at 7:52 PM UTC
You just keep on carving back my smiles,
elastic vowels you blanket me in,
drowning me, again, with smoke from your belly.
Gargle all the chunky bits
that remain in this blended relationship.
Strain them out through the cheesecloth
which splits apart,
like the split between your legs
The split of an insect’s back when it
bends, arches, reaches too far.
And I’m sick of that bird-shit-yellow
oozing out from that crack there;
held in your scarecrow arms.
I don’t want to be your headache
in this migraine *******
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