Around you
my words don’t make it very far
oozing warm and snuggled
from my curved lips
they flutter
sometimes fast
sometimes slow
towards you

They don’t know
that they are on their eager way
towards a tomb

Corpsification
- a word that I made up -
describes exactly what you would do
if I accidently spat it
pulsating and reeling
into the air.

Before a twisted word
tangled in itself
twined with the mingle meaning
of its entourage
even has a chance to unfurl
into its isolate

you slay it.
My meaning deafened to your
ha ha

ha Hands out
sometimes all out
you grab my fairywords
and pry them
limb from kicking limb
and ha smile.
ha ha

sometimes withering
black and wrinkled and rank
while still half – ha – in
side my mouth
you suck my words
A biting kiss
making them the opposite
of alive.

I would ask, rhetorically,
Have you ever tasted death?

But you wouldn’t be able to answer.
you’re already ha ha hating
la la laughing at my world

which shimmers Without you.