Saturday, February 5, 2011

LEFT OVER


The days strike down
barely held hours
between bed and toilet
anticipate slide of moon
and unpredictable sun.
Cold rooms keep bacteria down
washed and covered with latex
a needle’s slow intercourse
with dry and pallid skin
grabs enough life to undream
rays that dissect night.
There are many days to die
rather than mourn
the loss of extremities
revel in skin and bone
stripped muscle
smooth pussy
still in need
of consummation.

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