The Family And The Fishing Net

Suffocated by mirrors, stained by dreams. Her honey belly holds the seams. Curves are stiff upon the hinge. Pale zeros hinge the tiger skin. Moist as grass, ripe and heavy as the night. Sponges full, Well out of sight. All around the conversations. I sing On the warm fresh cake. Light creeps through her secret tunnels. Sucked into the open spaces. Burning out in sudden flashes. Draining blood from the worm-fed Faces. Desire forms in subtle whispers. Flex the muscles in denial. Open down its pristine cage. Sold the music, Sold the trial. Vows sacrifice, vows of sacrifice. Headless chickens, headless chickens. Dance in circles, dance in circles. Name the place. In iron white, I dress my arm. They craft me trunks in Morse code. Even As the soft skins tingle. We mingle with a homeless mother. Loves the day but lives another that once was Hers. The worried father, long lost lover. Brushes ashes with his broom. Rehearses jumps to fly and hover. Bursting over the bride and groom. And the talk goes on. Memories crash On tireless waves. The lifeguards Warm the winter safes. Memories crash On tireless waves. The lifeguards Warm the winter safes. Silence forms the guillotine. All the doors are shut. Nervous hands grip tight the knife. In the darkness, till the cake is cut and Passed around, passed around. In little pieces, in little pieces. The body, the body in the flesh. The boundary, The boundary of the fishing net, Of the fishing net. Another, another, another in the Maaaaasssss. It's a body in the flesh. At the Feast