(no subject)
Lucien Freud
Blond girl on a bed.
1987
The cold lime bikes
In her naked sulfur, the jaws of two cultures
Cruise the queer eyes, the shark’s lip trembles
And times the flood.
The clitorodectomy ruins the composition, the focus trails off between wailing and galloping, oh no! Inhibited by the sores in the grain.
Trimming the sticks, the love glows-
Good, you know the corset moans, your kidneys
Rock beneath the black graphs, wheeze-pause:
The left leg rules between two others, his/hers
And mine are like no others, firmly pressed (poetic shitfuck)
Beneath/against the crotch that runs on forty acres per mule,
Intention-intention,
It’s always good to cry in the shell of a bean,
I believe it, I believe you,
And I have something else.