Corpus as Setting. Pavement as Background.

The human body

is vulgar....

to taste the taste of yourself,

calloused from overexposure, is tasteless:

warm spit,

,mucous

(occasionally cum)

glide over a

skinless flapping/flailing tongue.

blood-pussed sphincter-esque, lips

that

mold

the invisible nothing air

into the words of your body.

and

the word became flesh- -

______a shriek!_____________

travels in echo fashion UP                     (breath in)

the chasm which leads DOWN               (breath out)

down....

to a fist-sized Resomator

to   ↓ bio-cremation-

to a warm acidic vat-

that the skull-cased electric blood water

ON TOP (breathing, barely)

neuro-demands the daily intake/deconstruction/assimilation of

life structure.

And this...., oh dear this....., this dear is you....

(from) the inside

                              (“are you ok?”)

the blood-motor oil- rusts red oxygenated

Type_O+ plus that breath you stopped taking

(“I don’t think she’s breathing”)

blood, brains, twitching, DNA, WHATTHEFUCKISLIFE         (WILL SOMEONE PLZ FUCKING

HELP HER?)

all this,

at a cool 98.6 degrees, and dropping fast

(on the) inside

on the street where the tire ripped the skin off your stomach

and the drunk didn’t bother to stop

(on the) inside

you watch Karen Marie’s fingers on the piano

you hear“It’s all about the Roses”

you feel like a very mean bumblebee_ has fucked your heart with

its rubber sting/your vacoule-petals dry.... collapse/stop.

all your honey and love has leaked out

onto asphalt.

you’re leaving this scene behind. 

you catch snowflakes on a bloated tongue.

you leave the scene and the setting.

you dissolve into the invisible nothing air_

_out of the world and out of body.

an unknown infinitude of universes dissolve on the pavement.

deconstruction commences

a chasm opens up_

the world’s chasm

_swallows you whole

leading to a warm vat....

.....it is the womb of your mother.

She’ll shriek while you come out shrieking.

-More blood will be spilt- (blood, brains, twitching, DNA)

WHATTHEFUCKISLIFE

It is

    breathing in and breathing, out

    pollination and, bio-cremation

the

    vulgar fragments of a hit and run and

    cherished healthy blood of the day old.