Reports from the Grey Veil

Cut-Up Poetry by Erik Vloeberghs

15.11.05

Wet Mouth Speaks

thunderstorm by Friday
and love crumbles in
working on the blue tip:
rotate, rotate at normal speed
during the sex act
in order to accomplish the purpose

pretend an interest
if I could again...
of Sodom who can stab
in the Ovens and behind the
mined guards everywhere
know what buttons to push

wet mouth to word static
living under such limited circumstances
- including orgasm ("smear it on!")
we learned also something about
the technicians who faded

a continuous round of control system
the "criminal" was strapped
purple rasp tongue moving in:
"you win something like mucus"
and a dishonorable charge

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