Maggot-Infested Muse

 I want to be smooth.

I want to be as smooth

as a margarine baby’s ass.

I want to be able to slip

words out of my mouth like a group

of skinny sapiens on a slip ‘n slide.

I want to be able to regurgitate

sentences of sweet sacrilege

to willing sinners.

To be smooth.

To fill the air

and soothe.

A radiance of renown.

A maggot-infested muse.

To be smooth

means to forsake your morality.

Locked in a dungeon: all that’s left is fragility.