Lipstick Traces

the second an idyll
walks in the door i want

squashy lipstick traces
on my heart space not

a disease or invested
powr or puwet puwetty
bad arteries blasted ic

exok choking exploding
the empty cheeses of M
nights or ug chromatix
the bigger M is murderous
sculpulator forensicator

a milisecond an idolator
suits up and dresses more

little owl colors will
knit themselves rain
bowers, mice will suit
themselves in felt to
abort on the fly ilk

yrs per second an eidolon
purses um two lips icks
sucks ing on a blue bum
gall licky spit orange

ina orb of the organism
(sic) round way like a ball

colorful and touchy ok.