skin tastes of prehistory

can i swallow you
with fat fat lips
and stolen teeth
behind the gay bar in
the city
that always wants to sleep
drudging/
drumming
the brain to the skull
til the black plastic rips from
my ear canals
deaf death deaf
nest
i tear
the white from the burn
the right from me
i surrender to wrong
and A will know
she will
and no one else
when balls of
red coiled bird calls
creep past nostril hairs
fair to be seen
live the love me lines
from stove top films
from the classic era
fuck technicolor
i lick you gray.