cover you in gauze
take you in your place
humility before flowers
the opening gate
slanted winds
and Them (wrestled)
fellatio Batan-kyū
still, the
tracks are filled with
Incan hog semen (you
will see Them again)
exiled on wasteland decay
THE NIPPLE GAME
is a convoy of horror
cutting through suburbs
in a rounded purple roar
(say “feed” and bite your lip)