Old ghost, live in me, eat
what I leave on the plate.

•

Poppy moon-
dome, feathered
like the iris
of an eye,
slashed, healed, held,
razored open, milked
for venom, and glued
shut, sight-slit
beaded with semen,
the pearl sap of sleep.

•

Cobra hiss
of the primus
breathes this breathing space.

Infinite peace.

Tarbutter
bloodbubble:
a new planet

spins & spins & spins.

•

Ether-whore,
sip the smoke
you’d trade your soul
and this world for the gold-
rosy glow of the bowl

for.

•

Silk smoke-
skin bitch,
where is the corpse of Morpheus, beautiful youth?

•

Not this ashflesh
scattered with pigfood
on the mudbed under the hut.

•

Squat there, Succubus, fix
your eyes on dinner, suck
the black teeth
your tribe finds beautiful.