All her sinews sing human neath even my calloused hands. kneading butter & honey, layer cake of psaltries cloyingly sweet. whilst my body sounds of abrupt
The tempests' unrest stirs from mottled clouds of milk, and all of our collisions fall on a body of wings. teeth of marrow may gnash, as sweaty scales
Glut our paunch on offerings of shining fat, cloaked in the name of gourmet. if not bought sight unseen then oversold, by a siren's song of cellophane
When the diet soda hounds smell a dollar, all men talk big and unimaginative. when the fowl's dusty eyes see blood, pecking party begins. Make all thats
Grapes and glands swollen on antlered necks, even amongst the swelter, the birds have fallen pip. the psaltries sing alone. gut strings and teeth pulled
Sot among whispers, casks of thickening kisses, fleshy fruits with a center of stone. neath the patina there lies shards of glisten. Our pulp lined gums
Men fall hard who walk on stilts and stand on soapboxes, may gravity forgive me my long legs. for those who trumpet blazenly are made to teeth aluminum
Line one - plums saccharin and syrup on a gnat's mangled onion wing line two - wince for the fruit of absent threshings, our starch bellies and plastic