Burning Butter

She smells of

Burning butter

When I kiss her lips

I dive in

Screaming

Razor blade moans

At the top

Of my black gooey

Tar lung

Sex is so close to me now

My fingers blistered

By her yelping flesh

She is the dog that

I bought for a nickel

At the

Under my thumb

Kennel

This magic…

If you want to

Call it

That…

Is honeydew feedback

In the closet of my

Deepest milk bone

Fantasy

I don’t quit

Exploring all the options

Now

While my six strings

Tear apart my

Battered neck

I cannot tune myself

No matter how hard

I try

I masturbate hard

In the lightning anarchy of

Tesla’s coil

Swallowed by the sparks

Dizzy with the

Experiment of

Hard to capture

Love

I go on

I say my prayer

I bleed thunder

I share my spoiled milk

And she smells like burning butter

As I pull

Out

And leave the leafs to scatter

Under this autumn tree