making love to a toilet

i puke troughs of bouquets where other people shit out slop
glowing throat loads of intense gut paint
somewhere i would be king!
my commode creations are dazzling
i can never bring myself to flush the marvelous goop
imagine! (insert your favorite painting here) retched back up in cosmic neon juice
i kneel next to my throne like a knight
i am a vicious interior decorator with acrobat wizard intestines
i juggle elixirs in my bowels and
slather the belly halls in slime
somewhere i would be king!
but
i lost my true queen in my stomach potions once
she
sunk
slow and sad and sharp
now
i sob til blood comes
i butcher my soul one toilet at a time
with troughs of bouquots where the world shits slop
sometimes
i spew brilliant bright pieces of my queen out in the dark
she loved flowers
i never said i was sorry
now i sink proper...