Sky skin
irksome vulva linchpin, upended scalpel, sordid afflatus, pearlescent bungling undone: it's a heckuva unglued anus, dust of meat it is still in me it has not been withdrawn it is not moving it is unmoving it is still where the giddiness is enchanted & fatter anus limbs of sunlight in rut, drooling out of here, out of air, hare air, are hairs here, hair air, airs of hair, hairy hare airs, airy air airs of air, immediate stagnation, wrangling airs, air of rears, blood bone fickle feelings had atrophied, had he come to hear I had rigor mortis, to heave Agamemnon's vulva... plucked cad redacted, disrupted, decapitated, dead penises, sneezes in the slammer as the wind dew twitches and dwindles the bleating chimes on my nibbled vulva I love blossoms of excrement, oval and nondescript calves of cinctures strangling my cracked porcelain vulva, softening the disparity of wetly clasping my ludicrously gnawed vulva zone scorched pellucid wormy nodules, doodles of conflated velleities, tenebrous warping, puffed-up faltering in the mouth of yr dainty vulva swallowing swathes of sky skin, deepest lard dissolving sallow in the void of the shrub's disengaged vulva suckin' stitches, frazzle-dazzle waning trachea mop sounding out our prettiest vulva superseding olfactory frills of rapturous preterition mimicking the loam of my corduroy vulva decomposing copious mutton Maryland crapcakes cranked up to be shredded holes quaffing the disgrace of grace, foie gras, foliage flak, O my imitation marine green Ollie North vulva festoon his camaflouged vulva with chomped alphabetic blemishes, husks of sperm pigments crinkling contracting maps deciphering lambasted circumlocutions joyless brittle boondoggles, map pings, O steeper scarecrow vulva --Bob BrueckL
