afterlung.

In his stomach was an acidic lather as he peered through the trembling bay from the cold.  The far side of the mudded alley in which he stooped showcased the object of his greying curiosity.  Naked behind a bricked in, ripply window she treated her wounded skin, dabbing at splotches and sores with what he tried to imagine was a cool, wet rag.  The stone walls which kept the wretched voyeur from her were crumbling in the undying winter, weakening by the windgust.  He wavered with doubt and hunger in the brine fog as he considered the scene.  He coughed and choked then swallowed down the pulpy froth in his throat. Bloody mucous bubbled in his nasal cavity incessantly as he corroded slowly in the diffuse phosgene mist, and as purine tears culminated in the folds of his skin he shuffled away with a pule to seek quarter from the burning air.

chemical tenderizer

the nerves embrace relief
moments after they receive
their daily dose of deadening,
the marrow of the leaf.

the Inebriate Smith

handfuls of anvils for aches and spills,
rhythmically hammering advil pills,
bellows and coal
bourbon and skoal,
the loitering smoke a shill.

faithplant

just whose breath have I been stealing?
and how to explain this feeling...
it's the mind reeling
as the heart dissolves through the ceiling;
it's kneeling,
at last believing,
arriving only as the spirit of god is leaving.

braincloud

the voices of the day
hoist and force their way
unbid
into my sea
and say:
are we new thoughts or memory

coldmeal.

the appetite for ice is an acquired taste
which can only develop whilst fully encased.

when something becomes nothing.

seas pour off the planet edge,
skies dissolve into the void,
small thoughts stretch and stretch and stretch
til darker notions are deployed.