Handsome, Handgun, Handjob (Understall)

                             i.

Skull without a jaw,
silent belligerent, make me
come as hard as
you make me cry
along the road which
passes your grave, a
man with a pure
soul mourning light filthies
after a night spentthrift
sweating in the menacing

                             ii.

dark, an emblem of
raw anguish, the gentleman
is abroad at present,
holding hands understall (and
my tongue is nowhere
near my cheek when
I say that), miserable,
embattled until brittle by
the lessons inflicted by
little symbols, embrace first

                             iii.

what is, allow it,
as with the display
of turgid genitals by
an exhibitionist, this exhibiting
of entrails by an
executioner, for that is
what this is, being
a poet is to
exist as an exerter
of uncertain influence over

                             iv.

disinterested readers, making strangers
feel what evils they
will never touch, confessional,
lost in a tumultuous
sea of blackest thoughts,
tempestuous as what wished-for
love our lust ensured
there never was, the
truth is going to
come through where it’s

                             v.

least expected, that way
it’s not intercepted, a
strange mixture of romance
and finance, artlessly offensive
as if you were
unclear, the future is
nuclear, down the narrow
alley of a bone
from the throat of
which fluted desire sucked

                             vi.

all marrow, going down
slowly never knowing if
there would ever be
a tomorrow, leave me
to your tremble, symptoms
are a language, stratigraphic
layers of love and
loss, warm wounds with
kisses furious and profane,
it’s much easier to

                             vii.

kill the archer on
the ground than it
is to shoot his
arrows out of the
sky, fall into death
like Narcissus into his
own image, visited by
ecstatic experiences the way
Corona Virus is just
an anagram of Carnivorous.