#538. shooter

April 29, 2012

alive your pain pried me
open with a dull curving blade
alive in the middle of the muscle world
plump meat oyster me in crisp sea salt chill
pearl liquor decorated moss green weed rough black
gritty shell back tidal scent popped the hinge and slurped
with lemon and sriracha sauce as red as any of your dreams

#115. Eat The End

December 18, 2009

If a tornado rips through a mind
and the roof is falling
while the frame is raised
then the parting of seas
will rip us from a reality based on coral and chaff.

If a period is the beginning and end
of death
and birth equals me and you
then a thought and a breath
have made a corner
in which we can wrestle with the Eternal Fucking Meat
of mind and gullet lost lovers and the end.

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