kid_hideous

amputee's embrace amidst
a battle between cannibals

cast for broken bones

dictionary of tongues
escape into that
flesh everyone has worn

gaping wound of mouths
hiss between rosaries of teeth

instinct of torsos

just a
key to bodies without locks, such a

lonely way to live

morsel sticky-sweet
neck's nape, where we hide kisses
orange, round and pored

patient
question asked in touch and haste

a rage of
a silence

ticket to a run-down carnival where
urgency of fingers
violence of hips
wound an absence shaped, like
xylophone's quiet harmonics
yearning toward yourself, a
zoo-full of domesticated beasts


bonus points to anyone who makes a guess on what it's about, though i haven't the foggiest what these 'points' of mine might be, or be useful for.

okay, okay, so I admit it's a crapulous, and possibly even mean question. truth to tell, i was inspired to ask by a discussion ValCapone and I have been having re: whether or not a poem can be considered a success if a person can't say what it is about. so far, i've got one stab at a theme and several 'i don't know, but i like it.'

so, looks like i'm winning. HAH!

thank you for participating in the experiment.