Disintegrating in a Circle K Bathroom

All this world an alley,
unlit spaces and cruel or fearful glances –
and every man is made of mouths
riddled with teeth and tongues
licking, slurping, gnashing
for new and exciting flavour –
meat, flesh, fine and fickle liquors,
black bottles of sublime sauce heated by the spoonful
and shoved into every orifice –
and all the mouths will grin and wretch and
heave free of the body,
buboes given form, function, and freedom
to pursue their cravings as the body
collapses, a slack sack of skin
containing nothing but absence.

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