erotic 4

Hiroshima in her underwear
stares
at an alligator shaking
her ass
while the moon jerks
off
the sun in a bathroom

A priest rings a silver
bell
because he's excited and wants
everyone
to know the feeling

Cartoons splash one another
with paint
covering the screen
while
a lumberjack smashes oranges, eggs
anything
he can find and clocks can't wait
to tick

SMACK!,
the secretary and the cop and the rubber
fish

and peaches ripe as dawn split down
but
undamaged just liquid and fur
a brain
stem connected to a typewriter
connected
to wires connected to folds of skin
moving
pleasure to where it's wanted

layers
of fat and sugar and frosting
aching
gums and stomach and hamburger

orientalist mishmash of travel
following
every road to every part of every thing
which
opens to the touch

of a wet finger on
papyrus.