He Wicked Fetus

Woken up in his underwear. In the midst of a greedy yawn. The spoils of drunk epiphanies laboring against the current of his tongue. Each minute a victim drowning. Every orgasm a lifeguard.

Save me from whomever it is I want tonight. Save me. Like a firefly caught in a jar. The darkness my only friend. The fables of truth pounding up and down our stairs. Lonely ghosts with no one left to haunt. The mucous in their punctuation as they try to talk.

Little monsters in soft shoes. Trying to memorize the dance. Gentle ogres betrayed by the fairy tale.

The spell.

Of princes wihtout their clothes.

Sour.