(set to some wonderful blend of sounds at plaintains & caviar)

a heavy rubber ball
rolling down your rib
cage

almost strangling your throat
is the best way possible

like pulling a stubborn vegetable
out of the ground

only every pull
isn't the suffering
it's the best part

the pleasure is in the experience
not at the end of the experience

it's isn't a backward-forward
it's a whirlwind of thunder

hitting every part of your body

a tent of glowing light
above your head
like some father son and the holy spirit shit

till it's cooked
all the way through

not like a steak
but like a delicate soufflé

touched by a torch