Like A Bag Of Candy

He’s prying the dangling tongues.

They’re hooked by fossils in a cordless womb.

Losing touch while tasting the blackened stool,

Twisted from ancient webs of teeth.

A spider cries in the cuddled breast of our Virginia.

One curdled eye to spot the potent love in her shining intestine.

These mangled days spit shredded, green pus at every waking fetus.

Leopard nails squeeze and crack at every fleshy pit.