switch off the meat light
and come over here
ignore your blossoming flesh
grindingly dodecaphonic
I only want to hear
this symphony in chunks
when I get in your car
(bubbles and polyhedra
burping my ears)
we're not talking about
queer fine art here
just the ordinary sheen
of ordinary blood
the instant it's spilt
by a knife or a blender
it's ordinary
archeaology and
I keep on digging
dusting, cataloguing
hypothesising
perhaps you were here