Hobbies of Remittance

Wear your halo
and walking with your limp
standing in line for the fat
drip stains

we have torn and rendered
bellies of pain
cut through our palm massage
like slither stitches
feeling the hot squelch of pinch
twixt boney fondling

bleed all internal awakenings
like a sunrise glowing behind
agonies

like pock marked kisses
on sticky cheeks
cutting clinging corners
with peg blade ruin
feeling shaving verbs
tickle dirt bred toes

heroes are dead and lay behind
glass

and unwinding watchs
stall like the look that
mirror gives in the dark hall

and i could slip
daises through fork tongues
reciting banned poetry
watching burning clouds
at sunsets hurrah

I could
and you know I would