A Speckled Dish – Unhinged Poem 2020TOO


but not stained,

the hardened manhood,

flaccid days are gone,

wooden structures,

built against the grain,

a goat,

a deer,

my seaman smeared across your face,

die in the digestion,

of a place not named,

perform my ritual,

swallow not spit,




a name lost,

but carved in my chest…

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