tertian i weep
broken hearted
and
foul-mouthed ,
sloppy .
my body is not a temple .
i scream
cry ,
wail with the kyotes
for hopes of better days .
howling .
do thy speak my name ?
are you waiting
for this slobber-mouthed fool ?
will you eat me ,
my heart ,
as they take my voice ?
or beg
and hallowed be
my name ,
from sweet soft sounds
of your lips .
wet , slovenly geese
are we .
bowing and baying
for more , only more .
wrecked am i
on this horrible
plinth .
in dolor ,
i scream and rage .
voice hoarse
and
coarse
as terrible acid rain .
hear me
fear me
in my mandrake cry .
sloppy
foul-mouthed
and
broken hearted ,
tertian I weep .
