killer,
killer you're killing me
a gentle funneling
wallowing willingly
but really only if you're down
my paw creeping up your gown
hairless and round
nestled in my nostril
a dried fetal fossil
clogging up the nozzle
faux leathered and laced
the baby suckling the paste
flecks of pollen, buds of taste
swallowing my instincts
macaroni n fishsticks
cocaine n chick flix
an itching, a hair lip
or is it a cleft?
second finger on the left
a tanned swollen hand
wuz that thin band
golden n grand
lost in the sand
still i searched all over the grocer
every aisle, goya to kosher
until i completely shattered my composure
