a posterior brio

[msjane]

you reached into the hollow of my subsequent piriformis like
my body was an afterthought or a vesicle of atrophied nerves and
while I quiver in reflex rattled
me on possessing certain viscera from there

you’ve rep’d a hot wetness to the same mark
such as to masticate my audacity
through my bladder

so perhaps soul excess is why I pee so much
and extraction is a hammer and a nail to
commemorate this temporary preference for the material
does not dismiss your value
or does it?

adulation does not vanquish the blanket truth
because pride thrives in a vacuum and
dignity is not some foolish primary vice
it is meaning and everything corporeal
here

I try so compacted to breathe new universes
into the spine of my light form
as you conceive bold amplitudes for deep stock
and infinity
but my caricatures are limited by
numerous pick up trucks
skewed and matchless
to launch yourself a bottom of
scintillas and starforms gone bust

no sooner deference
or dissonance of my weightless self
cacophonic here into
false divisions of coherence and affect
pushing datums of narcissism into the ether
ready for their unfortunate
recombinance
as a percussive echo redundantly snores
a posterior brio in white noise