A slavering beast, the poem

A slavering beast, the poem
it squats inside my brain
and slurps up sights and sounds and tastes
churns and squishes them to paste
then splatters them in glistening chunks
across my crisp clean pages
my secret fears it winkles from
their clamped and crusted shells
and gulps them down wet-smackingly
then yells them to embarrass me
my love it flops across its face
and pulls upon its corners
till it’s stretched beyond belief
then crams the whole thing down its throat
and belches out a song
there's nothing sacred to this beast
on pearls and trash alike it feasts
even void and empty space
is meat enough to stuff its face.