--- F R A N K   S H E R L O C K

Show

me a letter that

exists & I



will try

to pronounce

it



I'm spitting

through

the X that

once

was my mouth		Spit



back

to verify

you've got me



















The word

liberates then

requires

then connives



Cuts of

tyrannicidal

plots are traced

on zipperskin



Aging

etches of ether

ribs connect



to protect

vitals

from teeth from claws



















Wanderlust me

wanderlust

me not



Operate 

the I am

to soften

the rock



Petals 

from the tree then

from the hair



dress 

the unleavened

board





















Secrets can be

purchased

from the whispering

skull under

an unpowdered wig



Perverse sunset

adventures

map a nightlight



exodus

I'm out		but

not all

the way

still in






















Under you

who

wants to

be you

except me



There is a lowdown

burn to

snack

on locusts

w/ ideal

utensils



Can we 

decree

safewords for

revolutionary

roleplay

in another

tongue














A spy can

hide an idea in

the sleeve but

it's safest to

travel 

lighter



Air 

marks the first

house on a block

that hasn't

existed



The sturdiness

of ssssh to

be built on

comes into question



















Stocking kisses

while loving the ankle

suggests

something remains to

be mentioned



Before 

we wash

the names

from the sheets



dress me



Meat ages

the unsaid

things to lovers





















Cheese uttered &

the voice

subverts the O		in disguise



Breathe it /

             in /

             try /

             to /

             breathe /

             deep /		you



& I

are guests caught

between

slant & parenthesis