by Lorri Primavera
You’re wearing pleather
Chain to the ass
In all honesty I’d like to yank yank yank
See you go down
And kiss my littlest malformed toe
There’s two heads upon it
I feed you poison
You spit out bubbling and hissing sounds
You spit out white and riotous church bell tones
You spit out dollar bills so far been shoved down your gullet
I so fear
Cover your ears lest I scream
And you will be shattered
Is not a sharp heap on the floor?
I’ll cover it with a rug
And place a small flag of discovery and triumph
And build a train set circling
With never ending batteries
Until I’m no longer around to play
And you can take the ball gag out of your mouth