Zoo of Keys

Poems from the possessed.

looking down
it’s a zoo of keys

my computer spits out
another bloody poem

quizzical brain
racing fingers
on a keyboard
with the letters rubbed off

I'm sick in the mouth
with that under-taste
from lukewarm
bitter black coffee
thick as stew
like turgid monkey piss

nitrous fumes sift upwards
through cracked floors

from the TV screen shrapnel
the news is leaking blood again
down the dresser drawers
red puddles float slippers
and the cat licks

my poems
always writing me
I'm their whore typist slave terminus
with time off
to be raped
by a savage delta of
misbehaving women
their asses
tonguing my face
for an occasional ejaculation
and cum drifting smegma
in a crumpled sock

mice died from blue pellets today
their little corpses strewn
on a cracked wooden floor
and the dogs are quiet tonight~~~~~

Prompt and Intertext… William Burroughs