i am the baker man
head over heels i walk with mouth to floor
grating, grinding, chalk to rock
choking, scratching block from block
face to burn, gums to rash
this pave has endured my facial splash
its eating...
give it a bib to wipe its mouth
shingles of lip, pebbled flesh crapes
cant worry about the mess
my throat is chock full of enamel
breathing dry with my mouth lazy open
blowing crumbs of teeth, like a cracker perhaps
We are the men who hide in your flour
slapping blood about my face
ive come, come to bake you a cake









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"a trick of love... every word spoken by a lover becomes radiantly relevant and overlaid with gold" -Carol Shields in Swann