A Growing Boy Needs His Lunch

The girl in the back room of the club is a scientist

“Nature abhors a vacuum”

she says with slickness

Her collagen injected earthworm lips

please the God Emperor King

they call it transcendence

Blake called it the rose’s sickness

the cut worm forgives the plow

the uncut worm contains more juice and flavor, and feels better doing its thing

I find salvation not in pleasure

but with you, a dirty dream

Pay no attention to the corpse behind the screen

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