The psychologist prays into the cloth
his blood he carries in the ear of his dead child
immerses his soul into black coughs
mau-mauing turrets of speech
cupping his hands in the raw meat
drinking from his soul, answering her face
race guerriere
clotting the steam
pregonal
ejaculating lincocin
perspiration beading up on the floor
skin is dead, and forget the orgasm
will shed the phlegm of the conscious
- Chris Mansel
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