Pornography

i

as kitsch as hours,
the rodent’s cheap malaria like scent loiters
the arcade…

TIME TO KILL
“i can craft fractures into your  ’TIL SUNRISE:
torso, FINGER-TRACE THE      37MINS.
LEFT RIBCAGE INTO
EGGSHELLS. but triads are converging,
and there’s no time for pillow talk.”
SOME
CASTRATED
CAT
LEERS.

SCENE MISSING
# 0007116861

ii

dissecting specimens has become cliché,
and attempts at aborting rippling veins
arbitrary. only carbon monoxide thrills
are absolute.

no marxist
ever spoke as glib
as that urchin, not
even my valentine.

 

I SIMPLY AM
NOT THERE.