a sound hangs
like a pendant
red like an icicle
like clusters
on a tight-knit meat lump
limping downwards
like my tongue had rolled inwards
backwards
under my head

if I would it would
flow out of my mouth
like a torrent of clear
bright yellow air
gushing out
licking my insides out
making my yellow guts seen
by yellow ears
and yellow faces
warm from my guts
yellow
like a furnace

a breath
with a hand-like quality
a sweaty palm-like breath
and a flying sound

a sound