A fang of frightened color soils the walls.
The stuffy room swoons. A convulsive bath
of sweaty flesh grooving under the squeaking
ceiling fan. I turn her around onto her
sealslippery side, kiss softly her
shoulders and hair, touch the tiny buttons of her
nipples. Mount, surge into the perverse ecstacy
of her moaning proclivities. (Inandoutandoutandinandin
and something feral mutters). Someone's
belly jounces thirdrate perspective; A scythe of red
flickering absurd; two candles, a lion,
an octopus shadow & the everpresent fat
mortician beating off in the corner of the room.
