Askhqh’s scathed turds

 

 

 

Fingered spumous, I am gagging on you.

 

The gnawed spue of the blistered dung is sprung.

 

I am gurgling the spumy seared spear of the undead dung purged on the verge of indifference.

 

In a word, nothing feels absent in a word.

 

The melting light in my oblong womb appears to exist, altho my supine spine is wasted among the flagstones of my yawns.

 

The sticky yammering noise in the chaos of my intestines is diluted with the cracks in my dung.  

 

The bland colors of wiggly coils are the blistered lesions in the folderol of my crack.

 

Askhqh’s scathed codswallop is broken in my eloping crack.

 

Diarrhea is flirting with the mechanical ruins of bovine drool.

 

The improbable diadem of the twitching pulse in my anus is arrayed as if it was impenetrable.   

 

A vinyl fuck is as cruel as the glittery murmurs of sweltering lumps.

 

Is it moondust or eiderdown up the vowels of my vagina.

 

In the sucking cove, I am pilfering the voices of motionless orgasms. 

 

This is not a hole.

 

In the writhing chaos, the sinuous noise of limp syllables huddle together in my dickhead.

 

The sucking fizzle is inscribing incorruptible words in the blurry smithereens of excrement’s undead commotion.

 

I am on the cusp of being diluted.

 

Disgorging, inversely simpering, my forelimb comes purged with dewy pistil chalk.

 

The wounded lubricant is leaping, reeking, hurtling precious putty, soothing stool, rubbing the steel wool of gnashed gashes into the stitched jetty in the rivulets of my esophagus.  

 

Opal ankle, flagrant lung, illegibly torn image inserted into the fangs of succor:  uncouth is the nascent pastel, nasty the exhumed tongue squirming backwards and hackneyed.

 

My finical harelip is glee disintegrating in the ruts of turds, appendages of dialects reeking icicles crammed into the effulgent forehead of my mouth when the subtle ovalbumin is disingenuously being smothered, ineradicably wrecking my rectum, erecting it out of the fibrous yip-yap of a winch collapsing the spate of surging yelps while scending the cartilage of aching waves. 

 

 

--Bob BrueckL

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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