a Niche in Your Flesh & Store Your Secret Purchases Inside It
A dangerous toy. Not for use by ballerinas shot in the face.
Clean clogged orifices with chainsaw/feather dipped in lye.
Plastic limbs are useful for catching birdshot. Do not act wicked
or do. Insert vermilion or spermatic fluid into slots J & I.
The razor-like part which maims is contained obsequiously
in jelly-like skin (with or without periscopic crotch-eye).
Tube of blue icing is for skying prettily at abominations. Keep
legs open. Do not eat head. Apply tape to mouth. Or mummify.
(Exiled fetus: $3.49 for 4 singles, $8.99 for triplet-twin mix.)
(Siamese twin version available at select boutiques in NY.)
Throne of iron nails, no. Telepathic pet rabbit, yes. Included.
Please recycle any laser-like interstices of sinusoidal joy.
Who reeked of sutures & klepto-schooling?
Who pitched me head-long off the carousel
at the Happy Asp Petting Zoo?
Eat my glissando,
dog-drooling at the beastly mezmerata
the Saint w/the morphos
a bell jar
kept screamily & forcing his way into
w/my vermilion, eel-slippery
We need some beef-relief. I think well drink
His cream. I think well starve & roseate
A morphic resonance the size (I think)
Of die. Swans can cream, too, inebriate
Of why. Do only we disjoin our lungs?
Will the howls overreach me before we
Can take off our skin & let it be hung
On a mannequin, spritely fitted? I
Traffic no cadavers, said the owl
& ate my demi-monde. (Why go trilling
Into? & spuriously creaming!?) Our skull-bowl
Is a fountain of electrodes, killing
Nothing, nothing. If he is swan & roseate,
We ovulate skeletons & language cremate.
Lara Glenum's poems have appeared or are forthcoming
in Fence, Denver
Warrior Review, 3rd
Bed and The Canary,
among others. She is currently an assist editor for Verse