still thinking. have this while waiting

wedging broken teeth. ad nauseam beyond worn,

this hearth belly ruts for raised flesh.

all this wanting catalysts outside me.

this pigment

a dusting put on and i trail in the wake of myopic desires.

this is all that happens

a refused deliberation

an innate abasement

can't be anything more.

take my clippings take my roterative body and spit all this spoilage out.

i driptray self somatic acolytes to the bottom of this drool drum,

someone's to feed our fetid dwells