Catching Moss

Midnight’s egress out the doorway alley

emptying its guts over family garden

looking for the break of dawn, lapping air

through boggy creases between tiles

of red sandstone onto the rough skin

of my tongue, I breathe in swallowing peat

nose burdened by the musky preserve

fruiting from spasmodic eruptions’ epicentre

where legs meet completing ultimate cunt

my consciousness for the cities’ bang

for the buck liberates jets of salty gusto

iodine and a touch of phenolic burnt sweat

my skin on hers marry to flavor alpha salute



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