overflowing

the sweet release of the burst within from
beneath red walls of dirty skin from
pores and glands and ducts and urethra laden with
glistening dots and drops to somber burgeoning branches:
from every hour, from inside sing are the deadened desires
with aspirations for quick release and private pleasurable things.
oozes and goo of various hues, the whites, the reds and yellows and blues;
all clamoring throughout the measured pace of day-to-day meted progress:
rabble-roused to claw at walls, some shrieking howls echo corridors around
the labyrinth corners of a sanguine sponge as it heaves and drips
the holy host to line the mouths and wallets of
the fiends and ghosts that rape our lungs