Under the Carnivore Moon’s light my tentacles develop, I morph orbular: Werefish with mulish teeth, tufts of eyelashes for fur. I’m the dumbest idiot on Creature Street. All the mutants splash my cesspit with ectoplasm, say I’m non-phantasmagoric. I’d kill everyone in heaven just to make you lonely. I’m not touching you […]
Show me what you mean by spirit Of salvation I hooked the holy ghost On Black Tar Heroin Poor thing turned angel dust Into amethyst Omelette Of pterodactyl scrambled Reread the preamble: yams and saviors Get mashed into potatoes The lamb presented, Revelation Of innards I suspect only God Is perfect But I don’t believe
I guide the housefly inside. Am purposeful, literal. My first words: mother, what have you done!? (don’t you dare say dad’s dingle, I’m new). I hold my pet corpse’s hand: we’ve done well, old friend, and we know family is an effort to keep bills paid and pills taken; refurbish
