Sex and Drugs

Upholstered flesh is wetted with a single stroke Thumbs clasp and rotate Ribs click with an enhanced inhalation Consequences of a little death Tissues consume bloat Drain and wither Free radicals creep into closed eyes Flecks are swept like stars of dust Behind shutters wide pupils flex A peated tongue tenses An oesophagus glows engorged Sweet vanilla lingers Mingled with formaldehyde There is no tomorrow The LED red says twelve zero one Bulbs have soft rainbow halos In a blur of blue grey Addled thoughts vacate for one voice Plasma releases its cargo of cyanide Knots loosen A cranium rolls and a crow sings Dishevelled brows descend A skeleton is exposed Cheeks rise An alternate being rises A flat metallic switch is weighted And poisons are held inside A marigold illumination fades And Black edges are defined A pulse reverberates in a temple A decision is made Carcinogens are pushed A door is fired a quarter circle And rubber echoes on glass Time for round two