slit or shine

i was tense with my philip grin
that slinks out every now and
then:
  got head, like torque
  like a throat twisting my junk
  like a
  limpness that wheels itself
  to the garbage can
  more so that sans self
  or soloing a dirty sanchez
  i am sick
  sick sic
that yllow

its the ground i alert for, my throat
is the canvas and your heart is the glass paint
the horse piss; the radicchio wit; the end
of this...

i am so cut, so unscrewed
so
almost bounty clad
in a ribbon, furred for the hunter
and the
slickness of
it, you know:

a wet hole where love lies and where 23 minutes went searching
for it.

stick a fishhook in my mouth and gutter me

shift my body to the upper-case
SLIT ME.