Innocence.

Bring me a towel - a blanket
Quick! I’m making a mess
I’m drooling - seeping,
The Bloody Sewage from my grimy mouth.

And there’s no bowl to catch - So,
There’s no point in tongue, a
Feast can’t be consummated if
I can’t weld the flesh,
If I can’t maintain waste.
If I can’t retain filth.

My sullied, slutty, redundant
Lips, have travelled the world
Like an Aristocrat, the great,
Grand Tour for a pretty Grand
Whore. 

Spine pricks the veins
Underneath my tongue so
I slice the dome of the mouths
I kiss - the deflowered orifice-
Most degenerate is
The maw-
The mouth, a white blanket-
Quick! It’s slapdash-
Dash, dash. 

Stain upon stain upon sham upon
Pat, My mouth and I we
Plunk in the city:

With lampposts that stand
Like decapitated eyes and
Retina - optic nerves -
Coils and cones.
Twisted brutishly with
Cement and liquids and
Made to stand to
Guard forever.
Over back
Alleys, my homely lair:
My breeding ground. 

My innocence has gone I
Know I am naked so
Quick - A towel! A blanket! An Excuse!