Gelatinus disks of vertibrae quiver;
disolve into a lucid xylophone,
oscillating, slithering on my spine-
struck dumb by your insatiable instruments
(the hot gaze glazes)
in the vortex vacuum of etherised want-
purring verbs like devious cats.
Again in our fishbowl world of laughing gas;
again searching for the velvet anonymity
of seething allyways, curtains, doors, steps
walls
walls
boxes- devices to conceal
to ease the ecstatic acidic bile
the vomiticious swoons and desolation
of stumbling slurs.
tomorrows mythic guilt.
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