~ {iv}  

blind sockets caught  
aniseed & black tea tomorrows spilt from the pith  
of souvenirs i  
carry in the crux of my obsession
where the chant echoes
& my bones thrash
thru salt crusted nights burrowing between  
lashes casting slender slices of lust  
in the half-light
my origami heart lay a heap of crumpled wet  
as i noted time passing, a fleeting shadow  
slipping as smoke between my throat & your breath  
as it filled my lungs despite your fingers  
tangling in the fragile garrot of veins  
coalescing, the breadth of a calypso petal beneath my skin.  
i carried the bruise of your cock  
between my ribs,  
a little more vacant as the sheets cooled beneath my spine
& the vestiges of your presence lingered.  
in a polish town, i slept like one of beksinski's cadavers,  
swathed in sepia silk & mistakes  
& the taste of your voice  
as it seeped from my pores, a vodka tongue,  
licking the self-inflicted wounds erupting from my psyche.  

could you taste my cheapness[?]
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