Ultraglis

Verse

Punchboard

Honey pot, honey trap,
A costly, comely face to slap;
A roper,
A doper,
At church, a secret interloper:
After the Sanctus bell had rung,
Christ's burnished body felt your tongue—
Its pleasure
In full measure—
Before a flood
Of His own blood
Ended what you had begun.

Steer joint, creep joint
Fucked right up to the breaking point,
You craved it;
Delaney gave it,
Every little depraved bit,
Until he finally staved it.

200 punches on the board,
Last sale snaps the spinal cord.