V Corbet
RIGOR MORTIFICATION
come with me. the wet
chamber. bathed
in absence. the lust of regress-
-ion. come
where the bell sounds within. and
something grows. still
what lives here feeds on. what-
-does it really? and the shame. a shovel,
the snowfall. in lines. this sinew.
this bone—and material
and praxis
an architecture living. and fed on
wild furniture. how they roam
and bleed
their bodies into carpet!
rotting. the couches are running
on highways of meat. groaning,
and what brought you?
wild thing, you steak. in the hvac?
with the air inflected with sorrow. hideous
what breathes life fallow, soft.
forgive me
or i'll die among the end. tables set
this dinner
for all. this eat of me
- flesh -
the corpse
and process. rigor mort-
-ify mortis. mort-
-ification, baby. i'm all you want
tunneling & treasure. what wealth inside
my wet wet body. the murmuring marrow
what you scavenge inside me
my heavy-tar heart
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