I Will Cut You Caeyman

Ayeafferen devil, half pulled apart
Caeyman's cair and cold arms
who carries a sea in his mouth & bird wings replace hair,
legs like a pig steed, wailing into the thick damp air
Bile perfume in low borne mane
is taking hours into days into days.
Your tongue stills under dark influence, fears mocked and played.
Leave your lifeless deboned morthrone
Leave your corpse on the stick altar drupe
Leave the Caeymen, the neighbor's husband
bones pulled out & stick skin plumed
stay & watch the Caeyman pick and rub
fingers fly over small holes & cuts
Greivous slouching slit as a blacksmith
fawns over a well crafted nail or tool or such.

Erupting yellow salt spit from mouth slice
thumbing the fallacious joypile & gumming wounds
chewed into more wounds.
The Battle on Life is a guaranteed drooling
stomach slung to one side on dirt knees
The Caeyman gets in and under deer brace
It wants to be bone support to sympathetic home.
In an unobliged droll decaying grand place
parasitic to the anthem of the wound
A dishonest lifeless argument gums tap toeing away.

O Caeyman
If you were slow I'd slice you
After washing your skin's death pastes
as dirty gums tip tap on away