Mew (151) Swathed in Glitchy Mirage

 look: fluffy breath bred lovescum in meat rooms, entire tubes of lactate slumped

across our negative sill, oreo-viscera, sweet control for white cell constipation. 

pulse is straddling chest-morrow as onslaught,

but no fuckers hum along. mute shorebelts pixelate into booths,

listening grottolines fastening machina cradle bastion violet instead.

scarab tiaras tasseled like dark honeydew pits, inside down, very down.

putrid dorks violin alone, charged with bone static, obsess the air, 

toll descent of stable grime in command of fingernails and soiled gasps. 

follow: my crater of kidney abandon has striated its own glacier, dangling

  just below my soggy forcefield. my tarot borealis blent polar rays

so all atmosphere soon rabid, flushing origami sky bruised

between retarded stars, piss-frothy spools fumigating our waveholes 

like myrrh-slugged AK-47s. trickling stairs disrupt our inflated 

prism, rainbow scatters like ring of fly-headed children back to ingot

kennels: daycare pylons beneath which so much of me belongs,
childeye blues weave into monotonous quilt, mothers in phlegmdom. 

back: sweet stretch of thighmoats before the pinching tide wilts off,

temporary as crisp inner horizons, our hooked throb tarnished bad.

no contagion is really so cool anymore, lips purfled crash into hard silhouettes

like silk charizard into monolith foreverness, scaffolding too big to chug down.   

none this time to hold me up. skin becomes same dense procedure,

nervous system distills, collages new water for amnionic playlist. each crease 

edits another headless temple, hyperbell dislocates our surviving chasm,

shrug pulp wills me a dimension like pastured retina, desolate citation.