Twisted -she bends towards the ceiling.
While fresh water comes out of her fishmouth.
I’m clean now- snow falls, red, close
Auditory stab, fleshromantic slap
Buried- a face- under folders
Circling corridors and endless doors
We capsized the pool – drink another glass
Of this old fine cheap wine
Crawling in this red spunk –
as if we were designed to walk!?
Talk another sensless day free
Of choices – Eating up the glu.-e
I killed the links remaining
Freed all those tiny apes
Just forced sodomy under the sun
No single tree tries to run
But I just sit there watch her bend
Bend towards the ceiling
Smiling, drinking wine
Slapping the string, our fur
Especially in summer nights
in this cage we’re born