sticky branch bedazzled

A sticky branch bedazzled

equips me as my conscious archive of images
Why is this chaos reaching for truth?

A lot of it is a dimension

for eye placements’ eyelets

Touch placement touches

Rub placement rubbles

Placing after from the before
dressing for the tableau

a fixture fumbles under force

Two bows tied slow

The fast plaid folded
Spoke too naturally an instructional smile

is my itchy damp smile
Born into a portrait
haunted by

a surrogate penis to extend from

the chocolate chip in my nails

and bendy as my nose.

A lovely sponge to fuck and dream on

A sponge to prop your asshole open
Pink empowerment in promise

in my womb as a home
the fire fell on the bed

Dangerous to defend
with everyone being cute

the banality of empathy

becoming in me

speaking for me
Cutely coercing an obsidian hole

and i give this body to it

knowing elementally, it is heavier.
The space of hell
where the absolute pleasure,

the driving divine,

is sleeping with deviated pronunciations.
Incommunicable as a word.

So much suffering the sea is made

the taste of dolphin tears

Before it ever will be afterwards

implies somewhere that it must be late for tea