01
I want to get my hip
sockets broken
by this man
—What man ?
02
Put my femurs in
my conception of ephemeral.
Put the all to myself
back to my ulna.
03
The doodle y doodle
and do me today
—said the coccyx.
04
I want him to chop
the broccoli to be braised
……rabé …….
05
like the loin of my bronchioles.
06
While he goes nasty,
to tickle the tender tibia,
the rabe rabe rabe
LABIA of the Cruciferous House!
07
Whose Brussels is this sperming
stalks to spear
girls down the road picking
(pickling) toenails from the bottoms
of their pointe.
08
I said—
whose lady would languish
the long bean
pole tomato
vine spinctering
—not my hole
09
but her hole?
It’s a hole I said
—he said well then, show me.