hungry with a poison cock

tentacle testicle 

blue and draining

cracks collecting sludge

where little men live

and wear

little women

with woven textile faces

crushing, they'll say

squeezing

like bad dope.

like momma momma marijuana.

skeleton skin with angry smoking smears

of vibrations

of revolt

of myths and mumbles of class war

an apex

meeting in the folds of flesh

where the rich whisper literature

and fuck proper

the maid