Fish Head

that fish smell of filth unwashed overripe body seasoned with pore salt

Fantastic Famine

he watches in whispers entrenching desire beneath paper thin guise pruning soft curvatures carved to jagged edge straight lace entangled entwined in embrace with a man he doesn’t know but would like to – bifurcated membrane dual hybrid spirit – lovingly lingers longing leafing through archives sating hunger with whatever flesh is placed before –…