The Moon and the Spew Sea

Full moon lesions Creeping out of snail shell The gagging sounds yellow and full with admission The hanging mound’s inevitable position Loosened hosts at attention still A will That can never spill Or dissolve for the benefits of solution Watery clocks stopped Making their own goo And leak now from The chimed tick of the hollow Cold fission will follow Cold genesis sits up Opens its window Split with religions Oracling planetary privileges Hissing Olympian recognition Fingering my inappropriate coefficients Opening my lips and Slipping me an equivalent Tupleting with vicious precision Quick splitting visits Sick with division Sick little hiccupping Fits of initiative Victim mimicking Binging autistic My spit up met with Sphinx grimace Osiris scattered in halves Ridding the body of mass and At the same time Creating a greater amount of free energy Floating over the parts you have hidden Ritualists lost in Egyptian tradition With no regard for the laws of physics Out of body experience There is another here with us It knows you, it is obvious It’s presence triggers future connections We remain unaware of A hand is covering my mouth I am not sure that is allowed Who is this invisible slut? Sub strung Forcing my mouth shut? The pulling from beyond Brooding it inhabits us Rubbing up Courting assistance My suspense my Stiff neck my Old stretch in the dark We revolt Ectoplasmic citizenship now Cellular chants repetitive vows We perform monk dipped extinguishings Well into the vaporizing hours We insist on breaking the skin We risk subcutaneous punishment The tissue mounding Hell bent on cavity Spins on its axis And then is gone You whisk us from abscess With a trembling of your wand The other has drifted on But what tagged along Half eaten Losing breath Losing next To me in white bed Sweet pity nausea laws animal dread Washed up species Fleeing genocide Glazed with the first high of upright surprise Springing slack conversions Widespread vertebrate insurgence The last of the native contractions Yank out and drag their young Across the slow bridge of extinction Now is the time: If you pried it wide Open, Scream. If you skin alive Go in Deep For exit in vehicles veering toward trees Engine bowels and Warm towels and now Just you and me Wrapped up and blanketed All of us accidents Strapped up and thankful We got back in one piece Now my dreams of you are sandy But I still dream Like we are swimming promethean deep Grinning with the unsinkable willfulness That has Lifted this perfect division from me Floating up among the white foam Waking up to white pokes Hard and skeletal Charmed and welcoming Full on hypnosis skin accomplices My hint of skeleton Grabs your hand grabs my leg grabs your hand grabs my neck My inside to snap twig Echo of blood in sap lick Howl of skin spilled with drink Shout of guts in the sink Our alignment was rigged. Howl of skin in the streets Shout of guts in the deep …just shut up just shut up just shut up and let me