Penis. A thick stool of worm-
Licking the inside of my eyelids
dry, till blinking feels like
scraping eyeballs with sandpaper.
You know what?
Sell my liquor to your goddam whore,
and let life lick me from your fingertips –
The trees suck you from my swollen bits.
‘Cause all this is sharp-new to
so ink her very gradually,
And you could be free,
for it to puke me up and
out , right through,
your gloppy and white-stained se.