I’m Only Human

Rotting Roadkill Resting
On the roadside
Sometimes excites
My salivary glands

Bodily anticipation
Of satiation
Zaps to life the fossilized
Savage
Inside of me
Buried under built up layers of
Humanity

And primal juices ooze
Guiltily
From tender inner cheeks
…

And I feel
A sick, mauvy Shame
For what I have done









Like when that sweet
Sultry syrup
Slipped from her heavy
Lashes

Into my veins
Unnoticed

And stirred around
Inside of my body
Awakening the roots
Of my gut
Tying them in pleasurable
Knots
…

And I feel
A rosy, timid Shame
For what I have done

But was it really me?
Or was it those
Age old vibrations
Slithering through my body
Like snakes in the walls
Whispering to me
Things which cannot
Be undone