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the first
    actualization of intercourse
    there’s no up to go from there
    what is one to do with the sticky wet
    of saliva
    and vaginal fluid
    and sweat
    not drying fast enough
    in the center of a lumpy futon
    you are desperately trying to fall asleep in
    Love
    as I have understood it
    is primarily disappointment
    and hard work and very little return
    so now I’m canvassing for volunteers
    to go tar the cupid who conjured
    the stupid concept
    feather the fucker and leave the body to burn

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    we are the cunt|fused. hour vaginas tighten to virginity over and over. each time. ti|me up, in|to what dicks think|are entrances to a 4th dimension . excuse me! call me miss mister; pussy, this pen|is – my own.
    eye ink. jizm.
    sum do knot no how two take me? i nor eye can be red. sea me wave hy|men to sea|men, swim backward thru (hys)teria and untangle o|varies: oh my, oh my god, oh my God|damn, She is not a He, but hem is.
    scissors in hand, they run up on me. cut in front of me|in me|from behind . when one’s perception is globalized to one|size fits all, sodomy ensues ; belief systems blare in bass. traditions tweet on tips of thwarted tongues – spoke|in sounds the unconscious can’t turn down. they peddle hidden ace under sleeve. trick-deal drawn from unzipped pants. rod and staff got balls|banging loud beats against thighs. the eyes. the eyes, yes! unravel.
    bend for|ward, grab toes, brace|your psyche. there is no room for sanity in the inn. dawn of (r)age – New|Or|Eve’s could never trust A|dam . women know, the patriarchal world been yelling since birth – “FEE|MA; you can’t afford liberty, just|ice. we will send prayers instead of help|better yet, we will send oursummer son. all liquids evaporate to heaven!” melt. submit. be pass(I’ve) heard them say|in corridors of cocked legs|for cuntrol of categorization. cauterization? eye burn and can only re| member – lobotomies sever things.
    i am too|spirited. Berdache. native. eye nor i, need make-up. keep your shadow, it saddens. to hell with a|Mary|K|K|K’s ass. Amerikkkaz mine too. squeezed this whole land through head cock-tip. cocked head as drill bit, and dug out through the universe’s nappy dugout. I can b/earth a baby. male? female? trans|rendered.
    you’ve come to me before, in fact, with these same late-term papers on fiction: phrenology, eugenics! how many times must i bash skull, break bone and dismember ignorance? abort you overboard a slave ship? drown you in an Atlantic vision? give in|sight to your blind-spot; four-eye can reflect on degrees of dualities – keep dividing me like you do, and I’ll compound, cell your memory away to c|ancers of questions never thought to be asked. dislodge you from the dis|ease of forgetfulness.
    a rainbow can comprehend the spectrum of sex, its combination of shades, potentiality. eye bet all the colors of my life.
    put this in blood red on my wombstone; “He grew bigger, longer and harder than our soft, limp understanding could withstand – She opened a wet canal that swallowed us stillborn.”
    you are dead in me|my intuition: a bellyful of beasts.

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    Not that there’s anything wrong with that is the same chickenshit
    side step as no disrespect intended or I swear not to come in your mouth, no homo.
    Hip hop just has the balls to drop
    onto the palm of the modern lexicon, no homo.
    At some point every man learns you
    gotta be the biggest dick in the room to not get fucked, no homo.
    Gentlemen, you cannot let a sound run over your lips
    that does affirm the rock hard nature of your identity, no homo.
    Erect a panopticon in your throat
    as if the world had a flashlight up your ass, no homo.
    I am the last person to tell you
    that it is safe in a man’s skin, no homo.

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    his lighter drowns in the river so we practice kissing
    instead of smoking. he talks as if
    he is starving but i’m not sure what he’s starving for ,
    food