bout of pox

Overpaid eructation / it’s windy I said and a bout of the pox / she just stared licking her lips / dressed like charlotte rampling in the night porter/ fatter and working up a sweat / whipping the white knobbly spines of children at a harry potter convention / the cloth of wizardry falls from them like farts from the dead / I bend forward / lurch a little / stumble to kiss the gorgeous cellulite upon the backs of her thighs / she eats one of the children / I watch her carefully / I watch her for hours eating one of the children / the others joyfully seek signatures while I watch her wipe marrow from her buxom cheeks / I sign their raw brains by exposing myself / the stump / mutilated / brutally caressed by her wire eyelashes / she pushes a finger through the soft skull of a never baby / a fetus I say / no she say a never baby / its bones melt like the bones of fish in tins / in sauce / in brine / in oil / in cute uterine coochy goo / my pair of corporeal cameras suck at her arse / drown in her cleavage and clamber up the necklace she wears to look her in the eyes / dulled / brown / I flail around in the deep excreta and write an amusing letter to the unabomber / making sure to send a copy to the lyrical terrorist / she throws fingers upon my back / gores me upon her badly painted fingernails producing new slits of access / I shit neatly into the mouth of a passer-by / my other random acts go unnoticed by all except an immolated nun carrying the blight / the stigma / the body that yielded turn eighteen to fleshy baseball bats in a boxing ring / I also marry her husband… a little later… I try to get drunk but it’s useless / she consoles me with cigarettes and a probing finger / presses a tongue into the knot in my belly and licks out my viscera / liver and sweetmeats / gnawing / chewing / bile explodes and the etc / libidinal junk spurts onto her wet lips / I moan and slip a cold knife into my brain / citalopramic horror scrapes against the skull / withdrawal / she fucks me in a ski hut / a mouth / an orifice / pushes vibrators into my heart / stirring the blood and eating children at the same time / I cut off my bellend and squirt erectional blood across her belly / like greek porn I lie at the side of the road… even later… she grows a confidence / sumptuous stomach / she dresses like the lie of it and laughs like a matriarch in a 1979 british film / my leather jacket is sewn from spunk / her floral dress invites a soft rape / she eats more children / I watch for hours / blood gushes from my decapitated pipe / the plumber erects a denim tent and pushes a wrench into the soft fish skulls of harvey potter children bashing their heads on pillars of railway stations…. all I can remember… gone for a wank…. euuh / eeuh / argh…