Excruciate

ah, i burned a hole in my cheek
as saliva edges it i feel its fire

i pour the residue of brick walls,
the smell of carseats, ripped fabric

which is rumpled into a homo sapien;
he makes his fetal position, clamber and rain,

this is all poured into different mouths
fill, splash, gurgle, mix well and salt it with marshes.

jaja on the corner, window flaps are heated and they
make a decomposition of crannies.

though the pedestrians aren't delicious, i can eat.
organ - no belly, full, paroxysm making winding passage.

distort and collect me in color and the sepia
so permitted, behind the first glossy coat of an eye.

it shoals, the tiers seem to break into others, no more
currents; i should thank the dead painter tonight.