The head has lost its condition
all the world has been bitten into
Tentacles smell like nasty ice
The back of the mouth has that battery-acid tenderness
The colors are what you see back-lit in fever
Not colors but fingers
Facelessness is the true expression
Particles inching into place
What you've always wanted
is to be defenseless
Primary, pulled into and out of the world
You crave the shape of things hiding inside
Stainless steel eyelids
You crave the love of a dog
But nothing else comes through
until your bones and muscles feel
That flush of loss
a disintegration
blurred into a furious coupling
reptile and rigor, motors and flab
The tissue always wins
in this world
metal inside a million little cells
tiny teeth biting and biting, chewing into
the one reality left on a planet no one knows.
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