iTongue the words with my whole mouth
closed.
they won’t cum neither will i
because i can’t say the necessary incantation
to banish demons
i did not summon
my mouth craves music of meaning
iWear my teeth as talisman
wrapped ’round my neck
over them a lei of lips
magic souvenirs of men
who said too much and meant too little
sometimes i dangle from the ceiling
hung on a noose made of manspeak
this asphyxia sublime
unashamed of my sacrilege
’cause ain’t we always workin roots
even when we ain’t
iTongue the love with passion not words
grammarian of grief
in honor of the dead: daddy gran great
who only loved with: food shelter blood
because love need no language
love need no tongue
in honor of the dead: him hope him
who only loved with: voidneedfear
because love just be needin
a bone collector
iTongue kiss corpse collection
nec(R)omance
dead love
of daily rotting fruit
what can be said with no tongue
language is only form without feeling
like shapes with no name
what is it really
iTongue a ready razor
just before i give up sacred secrets
or say my daddy name
do you understand what i am not saying
in sign language
what does the closed mouth mean
i am stitch-mouth horror movie man
tortured thing
but my moaning is rich
to keep my graveyard growing
iWear words on my skin
in other tongues
for you to taste
iAm
full enough for two
because sometimes
you gotta eat your own words
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