burrow

into all important holes.
my inner t r a c t
that goes all the way to china.
thin streets through which glands, glands
eject mucus, mucus and detritus.
migrants forced through ducts, ducts
to return from whence they came, came.
all the tubes that lead to
cavities and echoes, echoes.
painted interiors of bright arteries
gushing towards punctures and orifice, orifice.
holy gravedigger, friend of the worms,
breathes shit and makes magic, magic
with buttons, stars and spirals;
the navel, asshole and ear.
children's pencils in nostril, nostril
for empty pocket hoop jumping.
a dark entrance to a rabbit hole
that gargles lint and spittle.
empty bellies rumble,
and wombs are v a c a n t.