flesh

[Mr. J]

there's always whiskey to pour. bricks to mortar, mucus and snot
salt droplets fine as feminine wiles. silky as scotch
ribbon and wine. sitting inside. porch-side fortress recluse
He who always finds something more important to do
ever resourceful. say true.

^^^^^^^
that was nasty, I like this, not up to par with your usual though
I really enjoy the way you twist your rhymes around in the following line
like towards the beginning, that opening portion had me captivated.
towards the end you started to cool down & it brings about this morose feeling
which is dope. I really enjoy how you incorporate the use of a house as your overall metaphor.
still better than most stuff being dropped around here recently...keep it up