Monday, November 21, 2011


if you look at me once more
i shall manufacture such a surfeit of bile
that my mouth will become a big claw.
as you approach me and i smile...
a spray will free flow before,
disfiguring you for ever
from the sacrum, the plexus, the core
to your skin dropping off in bits, wherever.

so don't look at me.
not ever.