The portrait of mercy spread to a number
Of villages. The authorities there are young
But only momentarily. We all begin as fetus.
Grow teeth, have flashbacks to crossing
Our first cock in the YMCA locker room.
Poor hateful lute no one plays anymore.
I married a loner, felt embarrassed of mine
Savagery. How to quantify a tomb without
A body, there is only a sketch inside.
My coveted leaper, my newfound sham.
I mourn the world while I eat something
Like jelly. In the latest mythologies, women
Sort balls or flowers. Blue deviant ones here.
Insanely tender ones there. This is as infuriated
As I go nowadays. I am fat & sentient till I dare
Evaporate. I am fragile décor, my physique speaks
For itself. Pour me out & find, I am all odor.