Paperback Whore by johnny vasillion
when i’m under trees i speak the language of leaves when i’m in the sand i speak the tongue of land doctors umbrella ribs holding red hot tongs mouse crucified with rose stems left to dry outside menstruating cow creeping kudzu grows more brown faithful hound has no use for a bone it splinters in his mouth won’t leave him alone memories of those forgotten fly by nights what is flesh and blood remains flesh and blood nothing more than what you can see smell taste touch the flesh don’t ask for much just to be inhabited to stand like a wilted flower let the mouth devour electric odors disposable desires thirsty sentinels drink up the pulp of faded fire a bazaar of flesh pilfering change from the earths purse trying to get into the panties of this universe it’s voice cast a spell it’s breath was a curse i blow into my fist to see who dies first
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