Stuck-at-O
full throated cancer of statutory lies
smacked slender on chapped lips
white coffins we are blessed to bury
carbon black bonds carbon black
nudged ashen dreams of benzene flights
in trayed conformity or ethereal abyss
sepia sachets of my bosomed memory
spoons pout to stir a saccharine sentiment
rag-a-muffins to nibble in a starbuck clink
caramel palms tucked under kissing knees
on a crosshatch curb busy on a shopping spree
plugged umbilical a mothers zygote
your womb loves my coffee death
oozing jazz on mussed sheet
shards of ageing merlot bleed
smudged orgasm quivers on an uncomfortable bed
scent of your oily nightmare hides under prurient velvet
shameless towels gossip in a folded embrace
smothered curtains will breathe again
everything you touched, everything, still burns.
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