dusky harlots hide up my sleeve

will you redeem the
consecrated cock?

well then, spread your wings
forget the Sunday sermon

marry the prince

I will most definitely join the needle

hang a prayer
on your steeple

then drown in my
narcotic stance

would you like to dance?

share the hypodermic
worm

slightly bend
to the sound of
ruptured skin

allow me

to burn