286 Readings | 2 Ratings
i drape flesh
tailored to fit
the body of one
to the sharpest
i keep within
is a tangle
i am percise
of her thigh.
i gut fish / with a thin knife / i wear my coat sleeves / down / / careless / / this season / cracks bones / / bareknuckled / …
what is the strength / of a man / the purpose of him / compared to / the Palo Verde Nuclear Generating Station / a facility / averaging over…
The emails have been sent / we need more. / We always need more. / / I hear they are flying them out with supplies. / I hear they are already…
More by W.M. Butler
on the last day of the rest of our lives
the skin hunger for you on me / is a slingshot into sunshine / our faces covered to god / our love a blank rhythm / in a cloudy silence / of…
blood in the water
i shrug off rust there is lust in my blood stream sweet marrow these narrow tomorrows relentless on my joints my figurative speech beaches whales…
brine and mist and fine foam
when i think of us i think of friction the minutia of / movement etching our corners smooth until there is no blood just the polished response of…
kill me please / i won’t tell a soul what you’ve done i won’t let the love come undone / if the measure of price is trust let maggots breed let…
Would you like to leave a comment on this profile?
Ink Node for a free account, or
if you are already a member.
© Ink Node, 2020