With spoon fanged bitter

cracking, there was a

beheading in the abattoir

like frat house perpetuation

of compost heap through

bird binoculars... Homie

neon deeply empty,

six shooter jeans plastered

with human hands.

The gimmick is killing

me, marred by the cord

plugged into my eyes –

rolling, they hang themselves...

Stand on the lump over there!

Sitting on the floor dead is too

intense. Stones grained like a fan.

Flattened would've been

nice, a simpler oozing. Cold cum

blockage safely; vampire mugshot is

my fate, anxiously confronting

the burglar naked...

Forklift sex on camera,

pouch shivering. Throws up

amazing mango. Maniac fart

prolapsed dusty crushes.