mr_orange

Far racing orgies of chocolate donut clusters wag me
suck them down like vomit in reverse

Towering over the yard
a shadow closes my door

Gentle hands milk
graciously

Show me sincerity in my eye.
Burn it there so I won't forget.

The smell lingers in my nose

anxiously picking it out
scabs fail and blood pours forth

Iron on my lips
the tongue explores

warm

thickly it coats

sleepy, cotton-headed haze

my grave of feather and cotton.

they call me Lazar-ass.