SKINHUNGER.

Author’s own image.

LOOKS LIKE I’VE GOT THAT SKINHUNGER
again
hooked by those jumpers
to the electrocardiogram
these thoughts
pornographic
turned furry palms
graphomanic
and I’m sketching bare breasts
under eyelids and school desks,
the well-thumbed pages
of this flesh catalogue,
got me waning
with moon phases
slobbering like a dog,
product-placed behaviour
‘that’s like soooo Pavlov!’,
I was made from loose scabs
in the days of analogue,
I dream of riding bareback
I’m allergic to lambskin,
I dream of parting waxed legs
and tucking myself in,
every womb’s got a story
that I want to explore,
this tongue’s double-jointed
did I mention that before?

© Josh Lonsdale, 2020

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