to tripe
what was left
on the ground
coffee and parasite
puncture this
sinewed sack
holding
onto the spark
which you so lack
lack of ember
wanted by wolves
marking their insides
abduct
for an hour until;
undulation evil
tucks
their intrinsics in
in sin
and sloppily
hunger again
begins:
holdings
and traced stomachs
turned backsides
hiding the guttural
pouch of dried
over blood
over my empty
body holding
cud
and cooing
you to sleep
in howls
from bowels of my deepest
driest yearnings
yet of young
supple-loved
adduction is
your festering,
fraughted hunger
adjourning.
