the cows are lowing again
cookie dough spilling from each end
their udders remain virginal
by TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2020
My blood is white. My milk is red.
My succus leavens an altar-bread.
I’m a mother of senseless gods
and eminently qualified bawds.
I’m gloss on the prudish icon.
I’m your crumpled mummified axon.
Stand on your knees! Shut off your cord!
Feel every twitch of your moribund lord!
by TETIANA ALEKSINA
© All rights reserved 2015