Self-Portrait as Epiphany of a Fat Man’s Growing Gut Vitality

Mirror, use me. Like joy— Throttle me Bodiless, Totally re ect: Mirage A clear undisputed Lie.
Clarify Furniture of Fat like Fish. No plurality; Braise me, mirror, Bottomless In a pool of butter Refracting Slantly as light Escapes into Years—
Store carbs Inside Stolid eyes. When you fasten Wrists across Loins Of your Belly Do you gather Paradise or Comedy?—
Density of All my Desires: Probability A graph of Cocks jelly,— Then, mirror, Coldcock Me again Until I Pressurize Mass by sting
Moaning like Bells: I ring to Wring Then eat. The body only An experiment Towards death Ask her father.
Is it the yolk Or the albumin That is the egg? The whole is Not it. Never protein (Surely you can’t have Everything But you can want)
Who tastes her Cotton in the City yet to feed You?— I did try Reaching you, Says your lover —Turquoise Sugar wet & Of once.
A surgeon’s hands: Stoic Never small No, always small. Night, try me. Haven’t we always Come together?—
Joy, leave me Hanging Limpid & noose All trees Yak. Joy Joy Joy, Pimp me Like meat Starch rims you & you gape Your holes
Into that Merit of tongues. Bonk me Bugger Blaze me How one spendthrift Of Dante once Did Say halo & let the glass shatter.
Mirror, you worry me Memory & yet that septum Mouth cutting as Cheese—