I SHOULDN'T HAVE TO ASK YOU TO BEAT ME.
YOU SHOULD ALREADY WANT TO.
SHUT ME UP DURING MY TANTRUMS.
MAKE ME SCARED OF YOU.
PUNCH MY FACE.
RIP MY HAIR OUT.
BRUISE MY SKIN.
DEVALUE ME.
I AM NOT HUMAN.
I DESERVE EVERYTHING.
WILL YOU PLEASE BEAT ME TO SHOW ME YOU LOVE ME?
Take the girl, wrapped up and send her to church
To learn about ghosts and shit
Sleep for hours and my body aches
Green shit comes up out of my eye sockets as a cloud
Dear Saint Peter
"No shit, tell me something I didn't know"
When you open a curtain or open a door do you already know what will be behind the curtain or door?
Are you sure?
Thee saviour
Even you use a play on words, just to make a point
I read the Bible
And it's spooky
you said something about me and i have a right to know what it was
not this, not now, look here
all i have to give are fragments
mostly disconnected, lest you take the bird's eye
my insecurities are hanging on the outside of me
like the intestines of a disemboweled corpse or a baby
whose cord's not yet been severed
continuing to suck the life
what are we for?
that squirmy worm, that ratzinger
swings onto the dance floor and promptly disappears
with good enough
hanging off his arm
i shimmy up to the one
who buys the most drinks
what care i if they're spiked?
that someone would go to so much trouble to catch me
is heartwarming
such a coup deserves a fuck
I puked
In a hole
I fell into
The hole
I was stuck
In the hole
With
All of the puke
I stared
At the puke
Until
It caught fire
Now I am
Burning
And covered
In puke
My own puke
in the bathroom
taking a massive shit
i hear the yip and yell
of a distressed pooch
i finish and flush
only to find
the pup
on kitchen floor
bathing in
window sunshine
crying at
its own shadow
"silly little dog," i say
while smacking it on the nose
shut the fuck up already
you'll have something
to be terrified over
soon enough
I know something about Pterodactyls
The 'ptero' part means wing
The 'dactyl' part means finger
Wingfingers
From now on, you shall be known as
Dickdactyl
and when the girls shake their feather dusters
it will all be for you
and their fathers they will cringe with moral superiority
and oh how the weak have flown
with babies
with incense
with bottles of jack
thirty-seven red reeds
dust and cobwebs on their weed cigarettes
with seventeen six-packs of beer ice cold
beer head bigger than Australasia
or Arkansas
or the jungle gym by the school
where he taught me that
breasts mean the world owes you
big time
i could start off slow
slap your deep inner thigh
until it blushes bright
or
take a leather strap
go at it hard
beat your crotch
until you weep
or
tie you up
and blow hot and paced
until you beg for me
to penetrate your flesh
but i think the best form
the most efficient
is to ignore you
let you walk around
wondering why
you've been
rejected
there are few things
that make me feel as empty
as i feel
when i orgasm while watching porn
and then immediately after
think about orgasming
in your arms
You are asleep
I love you
I will either
a.
Use a surgical knife
Slice away your eyelids
Left and right
Shoot torch light at you
b.
Draw
With indelible marker
Small smiley faces
Instead
i
fingertips
in my mouth
will
slow sucking
my way
devour
to your
core
you
Dare me to drink this whiskey
Dare me to make a mess
Dare me to cause a scene
I am so tired
This is the end
Good luck with all the dwarfs
And that
let's forget our bitter exchanges
and not combat with words
because we both know
that being alone
is the most painful state of being there is,
and i'd hate to have to imagine
how it would feel
being alone and without you
Still frontin' y'all
Still frontin'
Still frontin' y'all
Still frontin'
Engine running, me sleeping in the backseat
Read that you sleep fast reading from a factsheet
About poems and feelings and women and shit
There's a hole in my chest with nothing left in it
Punch myself in the face till it don't look like a face
Lick a lightning bolt just to see how it tastes
Rub your eyes real hard till they bleed
Peel your toes and your head and everything between
Still frontin' y'all
Still frontin'
I imagined they made love last night;
him in his Viking hat, her in her radiance.
I imagine there were jokes about ‘pillaging your vagina’
Or about, “riding my longship”
I imagined that, at first, it was probably fun and silly
and I saw both of their eyes with that
smiling
in love
Norse God, Norse Goddess
I was sitting on the edge of their bed but
when the hat came off
and the smiles turned to moans
I backed away
and out
crying for them
and what they have
and for me
and what I wish
I had
you hug
you lightly paw
an elbow or a knee
people squeeze hands
and firmly shake
once or twice, they advise
lean into each other
another's skin
boys place palms
on the smalls of girls' backs
no one stops
or draws back
or cringes
imperceptibly
human contact
human contact!
their bodies flow
i never noticed that
until
If I've told you once
I've told you a thousand times
Please stop eating fresh babies
And molesting my elderly relatives
In bus shelters
shouting for an encore from a shitty band
is like pushing your mother
down the stairs
and then calling for her to get to her feet
and make you a fucking snack
You have far too many
eyes in your head
You have far too few
chips on your shoulder
You have one too
many hairs on your scalp
You have one less
ventricle in your heart
I eat pieces of you
To spit into your mouth
With longing, with disgust
I wait for you to grow back
I dip in the water to
scoop up your gristle
I swallow your flesh
Even though I am full
I sicken
You sicken
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