Isaac Sullivan
Inside Deep Throat
what is the question
to which "deep throat"
is the answer?
like the lovers eaten
off the coast of Virginia,
Sister Deleterious
has announced the smearing
of the windward theatre
multi-segmented in its glance, its darkness
the texture of woodgrain,
the reflections off eyeglasses
crumbs of light,
the blonde swallows
deeply his pelvis his watch,
his pectoral augmentation.
this is not the heart.
don't think, organelle.
the theatre is wet bark.
the dark-haired one
gargles with mouthwash,
swallows an owl pellet.
the padding of my chair
is puffy flesh, pussycat.
I want to show you
an experiment---
