soft.

bulletholes puta
and of slithering drip,
behind your mouth.
below
tasting like copper

finessed
march your ailing anthem,
while sweating sweet lime

witness
dried leaves with venereal stench.
slumber
needing named existence
found loaded of prostate cancer.
high at gunpoint
beneath mashed cockroach guts.

a shadow welcomed hollow,
a limbo nonetheless,
here
the punches formed his face.
ricin smeared
and fingered through ice,
nailcutter abortions
pertain plentiful demise.
lover of all souls
must you come back,
this night
all demons are mine.