SPECULUM

Whore paint and war paint
are mixed up in a glass jar
of grey matter
and brains skattering
the anatomy.

And speculations
with a speculum
can't minimize the primal hum
of fingers snapping
fresh bubble gum
and everything begins to flutter
like a sail whipped loose
breaking up the barriers
of nervous exteriors

And I will speak up
I will cry out
just give me time
to justify
such justice.