Mouthwash by Brian Martin
This hormonal harlequin this toothpick girl, she must die in me and Pearl. I've tried to smoke her beat her fuck her out, smother her in fine bandage. I've split my head on adamantine cusp, tried to pick the bits out, but she is the tailor of me, she sews herself back in.   The slip of waistband over happy skin the warm the wood scent comfortable pantyhose feel the small of your back, the warm, the warm! I bathe in you, bathe in the cooling magma of your strong. Faith, your lovely corona enfolds dissolve, resolve, the blissful lapping the blood sings, the pink, the orchid of it all! My chromosomes are dancing, slipping ­   pickaxerazorwirenecklace sandpaper circumcision. Welcome Home. I am nailed to your ceiling and I'm the pool of tar on your floor.