Chupa

i am inside a lil’ piece of you that
hurtles through space and time
at the velocity of life
as it is in the living
what has been made
as it is in the making
as you encounter those
who are searching for
something to create an
instantaneous and artificially
organic moment with
a catalyst for
immediate analysis
something to apply fire to
that will instantly alter the
conscious moment
forever
from rock to oil to smoke to gas and
finally back to crystalline formations
on the inner folds of a young
crack whore’s damaged lungs, she coughs
up blood and offers it up as love
her blackened fingers are the
Venus sculptures missing limbs
her womb gives birth
to pregnant expectations,

crack baby