I am no writer, feed me bleach.
I've densified the tongue beat
heart humming; a hound of horrors
pounding sounds of thudding meat
from it's organ seat
scantily clothed - blood's been watered
loathe to the fresh - salted alien tides
deriding swells like pallbearers in chest,
with created breasts - collars starched
and I and my beach-worm bones
lie and lie to the sands
They have detected defections
and hung my forensics-bound throat
Tied the voice away at breakneck speeds...
so they'll devil in their deeds