Keep pissing into the goddess
feet pierced by your own signature,
limb's axle burning one phallic heart
into the crimson boards.

Continue plumbing your hands
in the midst of her missing rib
while your head cracks
the long pipes of light
overhanging the pulped
and gritted bodies.

Cut into skin injections
wavelength of an acid spectrum
balled up in a baby's fist.

Sails painted through the clustered dark
the wet crust of clinging insignias.
The pencil's lead point of iris
nudging a blank entry
from a web of spidery veins.

Spirit's height will pop
in the reel of sticking flowers
that saws your chains
only to turn a stringy mass
to cage of names
the crosshair on your tailbone
predestination turning to wispy thought.

Shutters descend the bulging belly
clacking past an open socket
where the birth cord
fled to whip and choke.
A question mark in gold suds
the lancing of grey blood,
of a suffocating essence,
a shucking speech
that peels the spine and pez head
pockmarked tongue of mineral gashes
jawbone ringing on a scratched table,
tears fingering
an immaculate bowl of knives.