by Johnny Crimson
Scrape your tongue
along the glass.
Fuck the mouth
with silver flow.
Leave the teeth
beneath the floorboards,
sever the scraps
delete your whore.
A cow mouth fucked with shrapnel braids
whipped closer to the eyes than science and God alike.
I'd rather remedy
a quick fix in the mud
for these are the deaths of patience.
Finger-bone accuracy tempts our backstep
as the old victrola begins to spin.
Posted on 01/20/2011
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