Wads of the Paper Man (part 2)

his left ear gives to the pressure releasing
at first a trickle, then a stream, then a flowing
of chunks and unnamable glop
clenched eyes pop blooded tears, clamped against
the paragraphs sentences words and tiny letters
shoved further and further into that tiny cracking skull
his fists are slaves against the screaming

none of the villagers step forward
to stop or hasten this madness

some do cry out, though
when the screeching lips themselves
clamped shut while cheeks bulged and shivered

some children hide their eyes as
his back jerks thrusting shoulders back chest out
belly button quickly protrudes while belly
lop-sidingly blooms, mishapen
anus spews the same dark chunked gunks
his penis gushes what it can, spilling

all that was in him
all that he was

arms and legs stuffed massive and dense
with the last of the page with the freshest ink
is fingered in by barrelled fingers and thumbs

they all hold their breath
he turns his swollen head forward again
with loud creaks and pops impossible
he lifts his eyelids...