1)
THERE'S THREE CRESCENT SCARS IRIS-BLUE IN HER ISABELLINE WHITE GULF
PARASITICALLY, A CLOUD OF ROTTWEILERS LIKE ANOPHELES
ON THE SKIN TARPAULIN BRACE OF FLESH IS STRETCHED
THIS VORPAL LANCE OF COILED BRISTLE
FROM TWITCHING UNDERNEST OF CHITINOUS SEGMENTS
I CAN TRACE THE VESPID WING IN INFRARED
BEFORE I AM EVACUATED
INHALING THE CHARNEL DUST FROM HER TOMB
LIKE A BARB SHE TRAVELLED THROUGH ME
2)
MY TORN INDIGO UMBRELLA PROTECTS ME FROM THE MICROBE RAIN
I'M SAFE TO CARRY AROUND MY MELON SISTER
THOSE SPACES SUFFUSED WITH FULGENT EIDERDOWN GREY
HEWN EXALTEDLY IN XYLIC TWILL STEMMED IN PODS
CREAK TO ME IN CRYPTIC TONES OF PLAINTIVE MESMERISM
AMBROSIAL COLD SHELL WHISPER OVER FUNGIFORM ENNUI
VENUS CLOSE YOUR JAWS AROUND ME
THE SCYTHE-LIMBED WRAITHS WON'T FIND HER HERE
3)
CLOISTER OPEN REVEAL YOUR ORB I'VE A HINGE OF MARROW
BETWEEN MY SHOULDER BLADES
THAT NEEDS THE BONE PLATES UNFASTENED
MACUAHUITL
SLUNG HYDRA DICOTYLEDON, SENTINEL TO THE FUNNELWEB
GUSHES SLEEK FERRIC WHITEWASH
IN AN ATTEMPT TO UTTER VERSE
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