beastly (poem)

i am far more of a primitive beast
than these concave crooners.
perverse, arcane, dirty and gay
when they are unaware

my bloodied tongue
clots crystallise, i fuck,
and sunday evening sweats
in the back of a car from the dealers

pure precious young
couldn't help but touch
secure in the skies above cassowary nests
pour colours forth, ripe and sweeter

wriggle, wriggle, come
the fat's heat is much.
womb: side and the side, walls pressed
his delicious monster, safe lock and keeper

i am far more of a primitive beast
than these honey drudgers
perverse in total crudité-
they have nothing while i drip dry.