fellatious murmurs
the cause which salivates
giving rise to unscrupulous delightful pleasures
pure hunger
. . .
a dedicated watchman in his dedicated watchtower
scouring the sea for divine delicacy
darkness pours as words into his gullet with rectified gains
digesting letters from a catch fresh from the netting of his eyes
. . .
to s l e e p -
this devotional framework, a fraternity, a social setting too cunningly devised in the absence of my thoughts
to w a k e -
to have been where needless dim light, like halos – corner every emotional rivot, and chew on the grass of my own fluids
to d e m a n d -
a corporate sentimentality bound to spirits of the past
to t a k e a s t r u t h -
to love undyingly and to make wonders and motions of incomprehensible magnitude for the magnificence of the doing. shipping soft, sensual signals into the porthole of his i r i s e s. . . .
