AT DIE NING TAY BALL OP

O

SIT

IN 2 MIND EYE BIT.

AND CHEWED UP ON THE FLESH ALL SWEET.

BITS STUCK ON GUMS

IT WAS A PLEASURE 2 EAT.

OP

O

SIT

AS EYE BIT

AS EYE SIT.

AS EYE SAT.

AS EYE LEAVE SAT IS FIED FULL AND FAT.

THOROUGHLY FULL UP THOROUGHLY FILLED.

EYE WONDERED HOW MEN E CELLS EYE'D KILLED WHEN EYE BIT

DOWN

IN 2 MIND.

MAY KING IT MINE.

FINE.

ALL THE WORDS THAT EYE 8.

ALL THE SINEWS EYE CHEWED.

BRAY KING THE LINKS BETWEEN BOD E AND MOOD THIS IS NEW.

THINK.

WITH MIND NOW IN MOUTH, STUCK IN

TEETH.

I BIT DOWN INTO FLESH AND PRO SEE DID TO

EAT.

Its Just Another Social Fuckstruct.

SOCIAL FUCKSTRUCT HAIKU

i am constructed.

made so i will not fall down.

social scaffolding.

SOCIAL FUCKSTRUCT HAIKU 2

i'm bound to social fuckstructs

so my bones will hold me up.

fuckstructless i fall.

SOCIAL FUCKSTRUCT HAIKU 3

fuckstructs make you want.

fuckstructs make you big and strong.

fuckstructs rape your head.

Lie Berry.

I assumed a sort of new

Assumption.

I kept my eyes

Fixed and pluck up the gumption.

Something else was starting to function,

A sort of new

Found to be true

Assumption.

I felt fine for a while prior and post then,

Post-it notes around my throat with all the thoughts I thought before when;

Spilling out my jingle jangle junk box

Head onto your bed,

Might have made it seem

That particles had collided to make us think the same.

And it's sweet that you refuse

To believe it's more than watching,

Possible touching,

More than,

More like

Twitching.

And it's sugary that you need your pillow to be

Clean and warm and empty,

Before you pretend to listen when you crawl in bed

Beside me.

Not a noise in the night more mumbled and crackling;

The salty skin of the memories of the men we bought back when

Fingers need bending and minds need a rest.

Stop and wait and go again. Best.

Lazy memory mornings,

Yawning.

My mind has been up all night pacing,

Watching me sleep next to the company I'm facing.

It tells me my acting skills of

CoolCalm

AndCollected

Are coming off dull if not slightly affected.

So it is not hard to sleep

Alone.

It is however most uninteresting.

BloodBlister.

TypeRighter.

LittleSister. Biggger. Brighter.

Loster.

Found her

Cowering over books, giving wobbly glances and shaken up looks.

There is an eye I would try to hold steady.

Ready?

A medley of memories;

Short term and long

Lingers.

Wiping it all off my fingers.

Middle digit rigid.

And I wonder

If you realise:

I'm offering you a new form of cigarette for you to stylize.

This is not anger this is unbent proclamation.

Candy cigarette fingers for a cancerless nation.

foryourbite.

There's a sound now;

Muffled and stunted and filtered through ear after ear after ear and after all

You can hear

Is this sound now.

Eyes are closed.

Bottom lip curls to be bitten and reassured it is still part of your mouth,

But your jaw it is listening and lolling as it does

And it loses grip on your lip as the sound rolls past.

Also your neck listens with tilt and with sway,

Leaning close to your shoulders which lock your arms in place.

At the end of your arms past the bone and the bend you are

Spelling out words in your palm.

Your fingers are tickling the sentences,

And you're sensitive

Skin clams up and you know:

When I finish writing,

When my body can't hear,

They'll be no more words left to recite.

Muffled and stunted and filtered through ears,

Bottom lip

Crying out

For your bite.