Beneath words breathing, speaker phone, head sets and immense fingers pleasuring the body.

Shivering infant, whining like a smothered cunt.

Suffocating to the throw up caused by a masturbation routine,

with the layered guesses of an ark saving her over and over again.   

Chronicles shitting out of the slips of her rip cage.

The beginning beggar’s stories that she is quite insane and can’t be saved. 

There is a plummeting bird with a chip beak.

Shutting his eyes, wanting to speak, pumping the blood to create a wasted heart beat.

For she is a lover who wants to drown in deceased,

and I found man’s mind lying time to click and clock, speeding up transit stops, 

so he can meet infinity and blissfully kiss feet.