Untimely #17 - The Deep Somewhere of Your Seeking Need

In a scuttle and the dust in your nose and the bowelhump gutflex the whole shredded body of fear. The scuttle safe under rubble yet under ruins still under bombs falling stars under it all. In white gasps they hit stallion shards of dead light flaring foaming seething roar and swoop and suck of heat then the sound and the stink and the ground yammering through you like fear of your father. The ground your paws and the stink your stooping teething nose is the stink is the ground vipers needling in hot threads up your legs.

Then.

Silence like breath. Unmastered.

Then the stink and the sound uncoagulates discurdles meniscusifies reatomises. Blind dust. Creak of weak shelter. Splinters. Hot oil. Rubbered flame mutters. Human roast. Somewhere a baby screams.

On the road human blood channels and pools on the cobbles bubbles and scabs in the charnel heat. Bare human feet paddle through the slick. Arch eyes up at their arms outstretch at their wetstretched fastmoving faces all calked in dust their unreadable slow moving apetoothed gibboneyed faces too like yours to know or obey. Skulk instead through the thicket of ragged legs and dust and smoke. Seek him. Seek his voice. Seek his stink. Seek his warm laugh and whisky breath and the soft hollow of his lap. Feel your bark swell from the deep somewhere of your seeking need. Bark. Somewhere. Bark.