Liver Mortar (A Poem)

Dom Coccaro

Liver Mortar

Gathered over hours of diver's palsy
The piceous film latches onto my cellophane urethra
Seconds quaver as my velcro excrement gasps
She can't see God today

Osculate the fiberglass blood loss
My mouth gives way to a pennyweight birth
Listless stolidity claims his victim of white inertia
Precious rapists are playing Connect Four

A trachea in the shape of dudgeon
A trachea in the shape of dudgeon
A trachea in the shape of dudgeon

Published by Dom Coccaro

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  • Susan Corbett1/20/2007

    Disturbingly picturesque.

  • Heather Michelle1/18/2007

    Dom, you're fabulous but I am not even going to pretend to understand this.

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