I wore that giant talisman
Ebony
Brass Inlay
Shaker Tree of Life
Was it perfection that allowed it
found by me—I find the best things, I have such a good
eye, but my mouth, my mouth
is a “dirty whore,” accordingly, and in my mouth foul
language, craven
invitations. I lost it.
Young Man with Instrument
dirty words “dirty whore” in connection
with my mouth SWAK
your cock hitting my face
A long time ago I said “nothing
purple comes near the face” NEVER
say never
for what of this morning
glory deviating
from perfection of
solipsism
decadence
inversion morning
glory of the blue? What of the
deviant from nature. Words he said was
“dirty whore”
no one ever called me that
before.
Take offense, young
dentist: You were approaching my mouth with
instrument
called “a torch”
you were stretching my giving
lip to the limit with a gloved
index, forcing
my jaw to endurance
forcing my jaw to patience, hinge, protract
you forced me to write this kind of poem
with the viscera.