flayed god

 
flayed god whose skin is stuck shedding  
because the world is too fucked to be renewed  
the place where totem meets taboo
doth thou strop thy pockmarked buttocks  
on a cloud to cull the race from rain
in the gak of mates gaming slain
reproductive potential of a howitzer  
plugged-in miracle no need to wipe
 
people conflate their homestead into an ideology
a PR stunt for double chins
we sit around sipping tea till our sphincters drop in
humanity 
the ouroboros that comes itself  
put some icing on a blowjob and call it life
we are an ode to powdered lactose
a magniloquence of core strength bros
  
heads at beheadings are not held aloft  
to be viewed by the crowd but to view  
their own mass condensed inside an act  
by the faltering echo individuated at its neck  
chattering back forever  
as if pornos could blindly address  
another finished customer
  
born front toward enemy  
on the battlefield where we kiss our predators  
birth revokes your rights
so pee into the bandage  
 
we made up syllables to crawl  
around in the vicinity of an idea
to smoosh every grain  
of thought out a nostril  
and still wind up collapsing  
under our own snorted weight
hyperpnea on a plate  
virginity by council  
 
I retire as a genital
Kevlar boner with comic books
talking road rash of a man
itch deep in your calories scratch them off
I was the first anal pregnancy
white bread for a placenta
born forty times out the anus of each parent
smooching lube on everything above
pick the stillborn nachos from my Christmas tree
taped up cigarette butt nipples  
remember to shut the casket tight when I make stool
born out of a wound in the toilet
autotuned on labial sewage
I am the acervulus that porno’d us into monologues
the agricultural Hitler on everyone’s Wheaties box
full of poorly corked bean bag feelings
a truck tire pumped up with wine
KOing boulders wider than cunnilingus
busting out aerobics tapes
the pugilist of bending over  
mastering the splits like someone lost  
their contact lens inside a dinosaur egg  
dueling butters rest in me  
sumo loaves
journey to the center of Vagisil  
corn syrup valleys run through this underwear
nickel big phlebitis rounds my round
chugging crystalline specks from a dyed green catheter
Santa woke up halfway through his sex change
needs a demolition crew to form the stigmata  
found the golden calf with the slowest metabolism  
slapped its FUPA to giddy up
if these queefs could talk  
if these beefs were wrought
swank drank in them knobs
make my menopause a block long  
 
beauty has left me  
an incomplete animal
gobbling grass for the ritual  
workday prophets lost out to
become poets competing for new  
chronicles prosateurs Plutarchian anti-Plutarchian
titivating eschewal atop a Sybian  
flabby tribunal of chow mein  
massage the gods back into you brain
  
every paradise has ruins
sojourn to a skunk’s womb  
hell just sprayed its lore
mi amor mi amor  
 

eve’s reprieve

a doctor slit my throat so I could speak  
cleared the passage delicately
starry-eyed crash test dummy
I can only tolerate the accent of a scream
someone translate me into RIP
  
the woods  
be lewd not good
put a pen in the plants and scramble them
zip your coat and pack some phlegm
I bubble you round all my thoughts
we live forever on what our pussies wrought
all I do is knit and rhyme  
my clit’s so big they cut if off three times
  
haven’t met the megafauna
with enough balls to complete my interior
I’m the kind of child who plays doctor with the world
watch my family die till their funeral takes up every tree
those I meet should rot on sight for what was done to me
 
when I was young I had a greater length of tongue to bite
be my porta potty’s pit crew
taste testing their own camel toe
can’t color in your expiration date with a batch of jizz
I used to give birth every time I blinked
forgive my geocentrism
but we are an aberration unique in its horribleness
 
men aren’t in tune with the earth  
they’re there to put each other under it
women didn’t need to invent chess
we win by existing
I can be vulnerable around you  
because I’m scarier than you
 
I’m a tulip floozy  
stuck up in the Uzi  
sperm I will my garden from  
clutch me by the decay
till carrion bibles  
sprain their libel
  
buzzcut ovaries boombox loom
rebate of a trimester captured in us  
the scruffy doom stitching me to you
such steel enlivens my chatterbox
tell a bitch goodbye inside herself
  
let’s commit a folly at the harem
the least attractive aspect to the male personality is
too much kindness when he’s being provoked
and too much war after finally fending off regular provocation  
from the boredom that kindness inspired  
I’d rather come by firing a slingshot at my clit
 
my dude wipes himself with a video game cartridge
he has room to party across every orientation
I will play victim until the spotlight bleeds in sympathy
I never sucked my thumb
I bit the fucker off and bid the tit farewell
  
my weakness made him weak
no woman participates
should she have to  
hurting a person is the best shortcut  
to their attention span
  
meat wrens doomed by baptism
I wear your dick pics on my sleeve
I flounder across the keyboards that raised me
sucking my own nipple till the fluid turns black
I play spin the bottle with my breastmilk  
  
can’t afford an abortion because I’m still  
saving up for the one my mom was supposed to get
  
a lady is endlessly fascinated by anything  
you let her get away with  
but her disinterest in you is always  
more powerful than your reaction to it
she cures biology by  
forging an instinct inside your name