Primitive Mouth Shapes

we set greedily at the mouths of creeks

dogeaters in nicotine stain light

approximating the shape and mass 

of dark floors, mudbanks 

crustaceans with willing mouths, claws akimbo

poised to do dirty work.

we imagine mouths making clicking

machinations as tolerances are met though 

in a more primitive sense like impressions 

made in soft bone, gold caps

secreted molars where light is a heavy varnish

covering the places you've scrubbed too thin.

This is how the tide lets out:  a gradual

slipping like you don't even consider 

the leeching of bones, the fossil records 

there beneath you, the shifting of marrow to clay

Every one thing is a solid framework of holes

and the acquiescence of skin cells to dust 

Is not a relenting, so much or letting go

but becoming the fecundity of humus.

dog dick in your rope

won't send strands into fray.

a union of two ends in cuntsplice

these ends are bitter

these ends are bitter

these hands are better

tracing ribs and bulwark

shifting bulkheads, shifting

space filling voids

is this avarice?

Zygote Submissions in the Back of a Rambler

You are singularly possessed 

of your la di da your

nocturnal submissions were all zygote 

milk and fromaggio jordache filling

my poindexter coin purse at the laundrette

isn't anymore french bread, either loaf

or toast.

But you stepped over obfuscated

minions, you nocturnal ambulator we 

said algorithm and binary nsaids

in the back of a rambler but

our musings were relevant to the 

google-eyed, smoothie-coiffed 

beancounter java zombies