FROM PORK TRIAL
Coming on a furious train
I saw a flying pig.
My lips are bruised
and you hang from a tree.
This black love
in the wooden trough
tastes like birth on a bed.
This pig love
I will unwrap my nerves
nerve by nerve
and place them on your pig skin.
This fat love
tastes with millions of nerve tongues.
You will leave me
and each nervetongue shrieks with the smack
of pulling apart
like so many fluttering seeds
from a tree made of hair.
My ribs will cook.
The world is already full.
It was born full.
FROM PORK TRIAL
I am not a vegetarian but I have a sympathy with meats.
I sit in my room alone and meats hang about me like friends.
They are my true friends.
I love them openly and we hold nothing back and the weight of our agreement break my back
so I have to lie here sort of in half as the spinal lubricant shines
out of me like life from a nose
and my spinal chord can smell and lick the industrial air
full of glorious centuries from far away palaces
and we dream together like that.
It is so difficult sometimes
but my friends are gentle and accepting of my flaws.
Sometimes that is all you need.
We are the bringer of beings. Open our mouth
to the acid rain
working the tips of our tongue.
Tenderfly I whip you
the color of pink to one without eyes
I see you at the airport and turn on my beams.
Security dissects my bag and where is mummylove?
Diagnose the stuffed panda bear and where is mylove?
Open the Ziploc bag and shrapnel chirp out.
I am not your mother!
It’s a dull life. I can’t find my lovephone.
I see you at the airport and the amazon fall out.
A dozen of stump please. Sternum canyon.
All the magic in the world is in there.
I have no amazon.
Will you get rid of this amazon?
I see the amazon next to me and want to destroy her with my penis.
All this free shipping
and nothing to ship.
Ode to youmakemefeellike a plane.
Ode to takeawaytheobjectthatmakesme a plane.
Like the pier asks where is my nothing for you?
To summon my powers in order to maximize my being with you
the eroticism of rigidity ode.
What do I mean by the amazon?
That is an excellent question. Does anyone else on this panel
have anything to say?
Well let me stroke my beard. That feels good. My third eye grows.
The amazon is a place. MAKE ME A HOUSE INSIDE PALACE
The amazon is a name. MAKE ME FAMOUS STARFUCK
The amazon is a body. MAKE ME YOUR STAR
The amazon is my mother. MAKE ME SHINY
The amazon is your wilderness, the stench of your wilderness. MAKE ME
The amazon is me. MAKE ME AN OBJECT
The amazon is a concept. MAKE ME CONVULSE
The amazon is precarious. MAKE THE PLANT THROB WITH MY
The amazon is my name. IMPERIALISM
The amazon is god. MY STAFF JUTS OUT OF MY BODICE
The amazon will give you rest. I JUST WANT TO LOVE YOU
The amazon will smite your enemies. EVEN IF I HAVE NO BODY
The amazon will smite you. EVEN IF YOU HAVE NO SKIN
The amazon is a hole. YOUR NEMATODES LEAKING OUT
Hole eater. IT DOESN’T MATTER
I have no feelings. I DON’T NEED FEELING TO LOVE
The amazon is my feelings. JUST AS HATE
The amazon is vibrating. ALL OF IT WHEN YOU COME IN
The amazon is ancient. MY ALIEN MOUTH
The amazon is dull is bright is megalomaniac. THE SHOPS OF MY THROAT
The amazon is everything. I GIFT TO YOU SOMETHING PRETTY
The amazon is intervention. THE ENCHANTMENT OF MUSHROOMS A SOUVENIR A BOY A BOY A RHESUS A PAUL A MARY A MONKEY A SOFT CAMERA GENTLY GASPING
CRUSH ME CRUSH ME CRUSH ME STILL
GENTLY YOUR EMPATHETIC EYE TUBES CRADLE MY HUMUS
ALL MY AMAZON EXUDES
TINY QUIET AMAZON
MY TINY CRIES
A SMALL TURD OF HUMILITY
I HAVE NOTHING TO DO WITH THEM WHAT DO I DO HELP ME
SO YOU KNOW
THIS IS AMAZON
SAY WHAT I AM
Wormies make promises and twine body-fingers
my soft knives connected to a white whale sac.
I have left holes everywhere in my sleep
when all along
I had thought that sleep was in the potato.
The potato spurn me.
Proudly I wore my veil of spuds now shame.
Upon waking there is ovum everywhere
little bloods sitting where I cannot see them.
How to keep track?
Heritage tags dangle from what I think were my branches!
I pay life saving to the destiny surgeon.
Love has deposit droppings inside me.
I must know what the droppings are.
But first I must fail at everything however I am failing at this ghoul.
Much of my innocence is presented by foreign music
and I like watching Indian movie.
Now contort my body into transcendental angle.
Supposedly this kind of body is endomorphic.
I put my matter into glass bottles
and bottles dance with trash in the sea
because I want them to find love.
It is painful to be and not to be responsible
for the imagination.
I mean it is painful to be and not to be childmother
to blasted orphanbeans crying out to me from the teevee
mummy mummy mummy mummy mummy mummy
is this what export is? Or import?
Buy my important testicle.
Stake me for I have no stake.
Sometimes I am cannibal pig.
Now I am vampire bean.
My real sex will happen when you puncture me with that stake.
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