self-dissection

soul-searching
bill-of-sale
writhing
with pleasure
within
the
dark inner
secrets
held tightly
hyper-
sensitive to
anything
ice ice
baby wrapped
around my
greying
matters
full circle
perfect circle
up-and-down
stripes
grab me
beat poet
meat puppet
meet poet
beat poet
jargon-esque
it is what
it is..
from where i
stand
all i can
stand
is more
oral seduction
from
you..
words
massaging the
so-sore temples
of the head
that shakes
while the finger
shakes
and hypocritical
lips say
'tut tut tut'......

no one is innocent
and fuck you very much.