the marrow in her bones hissed like a self-inflicted wound ( small talk for colored birds )

 

and 
I
suck on her toes
and
she cures the wounds on my soul

and

I
feast on her ass
as Wagner leads
a nazi mass

and

I

spread her legs
as my face turns blue
smoke
surrenders on cue

have you ever
been in love
were you happy
did it show

was the window far too broken
was my cock a tad too much
did you feel the sweat on my brow
as you were choking me
was your piss a form ov talk
was I gentle,could you taste the walk

a taste ov wet gold
as the fire dreams
ov places

and

when did you realize
that there are worse things than hate

and

is it too late
to show mercy

and

how long can I wait ?

- Alfred Huete

10.10.10