[Snide snaps, the loud talk]

 

Snide snaps, the loud talk

crawling orgasmic marmoset talk

swallowed a bag of ball bearings:

your adamant bad blushes

dimples brimming silver teeth

you suck deeply into,

the rest of your mouth bleeds

 

doll cut judge table scraps

reeking of experimental aerospace planets

chucking feces at flaming B-52 bombs.

 

I told the belfry internal rhymes

were a fantastic waste of his time.

 

For that, he gave me some chalk,

hemisphere grating pompadour talk

swallowed by weeds growing between buildings:

progressive brickwork at some time,

yes, although now

a useless nameless smell

even efforts to muddle through it's future,

 

you know it's considerate,

considered, burning a scanned release stance

it managed to murmur,

silver teeth glowing on his fingers,

the rest of his mouth bleeding.