lying there with my back on a rack

hole in the corner, my head in a sack

flat on my back, neck on a block



one sharp knife buried in my wife



lying there with a ring on her finger

dying to tell me of her competent lover

if she gives me kisses, chains and three wishes



one sharp knife buried in my wife



she screams and she whores

while unjarring doors

late last night in the middle of the night

she took the kitchen knife

kitchen yellow knife

buried in my wife, buried in my wife



opened her mouth with a razor blade

fighting and scratching in a blood red rage

she gives me kisses, my knife never misses



one sharp knife buried in my wife