froth~with the talented Buzco

 
In the silence of the smiling froth
with a nicotine fetish
the moon is full like an open jar
riding the centipede

piercing the flesh
spitting out the remains
with beads of blood  dripping
on cricket knees

in the silence of the smiling froth
as shadows lurk on a picket fence
with rotting narcissism
a whore is my revelation

planting seed in unconsecrated flesh
I have visions of filth
I break free then succumb
down on my knees I plead with the succubus of desire
"set me free"
with daffodil smiles and rotted teeth
she whispers upon your death lover