Im so tired of these guts
I can’t stop myself from bleeding 
They all say, “Go stitch the cuts”
I never been this dumb about stitching

untilted

The hour is slim!
This is the tangled time,
the time that heavy 
with want 
becomes the jaws
for open thighs. 
Her tasty flesh renders 
the cleft of wet truth. 
Persephone can slake,
can shatter my ache,
when,
enthralled against 
the serpent earth
with
legs knotted,
we
lay tangled in ancient ruin.

re-edit
words  Tommy Carroll