Sādi nanaman kitā bitŋa
ku mga unga na ədâ simbag
Nakakabungog na tuninong
a pirming simbag niyā kanakə.

Sārî akō migiyān?
Pirmi na sanāŋ pulang sulô a naagīyan.
Kūnu migpundo a kulog?
Kūnu 'kō migtawā?
Kūnu ko makukuko a simbag
sa ŋāmin na unga sa buɣay 'kō?

Buɣay pa kaya akō...
pagnagābot a simbag
na inəəlat kō?

there is a place
in fetish land
where breathing idols
live below the belt
their busy mouths unveiled
soiled shimmering lips yielding
warm spit
thick and wet
the crimson flood
is the flood of love

Dark Hazel
plays
legs spread
like a baby in a bathtub
wiggling her toes
and circulating flesh
in vaporous waters
with scarlet rings through her nose
and smarmy Gods command
neoprene priestesses
***** with a switch blade
and an ***** to die for

color me on my knees
grateful
**** lovin derrière kisser
reading comics
from
the book of *****
while she queen's glare
through ***** party masks
jitterbug arcane rituals glitter
hellions in love
you can smell the volcanoes

malleable baby dolls
with tiger skin bindings
evoke eager spires
through tribal unga bunga
shimmy **** and ***
drenched in yearning
night fires and sacrificial rants
*****'s like fat plums weeping pink milk
mouthed terrorized ******* drooling

tarnished yoga's
of dancing feet scorched
inferno's of pleasure
vanquishing the temples of normalcy

the sky is red with rituals
souls set free
in a **** for all
like a cluster of stars spooling a galaxy