All this and more
could be yours if
your wheelbarrow
wheels over my
pretty pretty toes.
Harmful if swallowed
particularly at night.
Hey. Hey? Hey
don’t bogart the
nachos, dude.
My urethra has
swollen to the girth
of three octopus
tentacles.
Large purple ones.
Clean, teen scene,
serene. Obstacled.
Tentacled. And a
little bitty shitty we’ll
call Billy, that spits
his sputum, spurts
his semen, strains
his sternum, into the
basin after dark.
not picking up anything
circling and not picking up anything
why is it that whenever there’s a word
that word is to give to you
as if I weren’t enough for flowers
now you have to have my buds
even if
her stories
are longer
than mine
And then I thought
spurious!
with forsaken ground
here, beneath
the island of Wales
what is that, she says
who is that
I love to follow them
to the deadest
of ends
I like vulvas which look
like they’re hiding something
folds that mock you
I like vulvas that smell
like rubber and honey sweat
labia that plump when you
tend to them
lying vulvas red be
like do not disturb me
vulvae?
Ow stop that
Not like that
It’s hurting
So we stopped
One day
When we’re old
Honey remember when?
Honey will be
Dead but
His cocking dick
Knows what
It will tell all
The chicks
It’ll squabble
Over the feed
Peck their nipples
Bone sting
Bite sugar
Rock candy ‘til ill
I took two
The next day
I said
I’m going to
At least
Get high
Off my
Rapist boy
See you
Soon
She said
See you
In ICU
I took the
Biggest
Lollipop and
Left her
The gumball
22 issue
Number fives
And a
Pocket knife
Went to the
Nursery and
Said here
Take my
Baby girl
She’s sick
Sugar coma
Puking
All on me
Ow stop that
I bruise
Easy
Sour like vodkashits
Sop up the new blood stains with a wet towel
slither back into bed flush with the DTs
Soft, the only clean pillow
Crushed to your trembling face restricting flow
The mighty hand of god himself pressing
on the back of your head
Rock that 4 am regret, baby
Crossfade
you're someone else, relax
breathe sharp
I’m a swayable whore
side to side
I go vacillating
sidling up to sweet nothing
homeless cat
on rotting fish
Opportune and indiscreet
side to side
I go deviating
catching something
in the gutter
hoping something
catches me
She likes putting things between her lips
Like bottle caps and pen tops and cocks
But mostly smoke
Because sometimes breathing fresh and clear
is just too hard
She likes cupcakes and twizzlers and pussy juice
But mostly smoke
Because sometimes eraser heads on pencils
just taste like rubber sweat
She likes cigarettes and apple sauce and nails
But mostly skin
to munch on, while staring blankly
Like a baby that mistakes your elbow for a teething ring
glazed gazing at the hollows of her thighs
I thought about the places where the body folds
and eats itself
where cream breast
meets rib
hollow points, shallow
places we want to see and have seen and not be seen for jerks
places we want to touch and be touched and not be taken for rides
dark meeting sincerely
you push
I cave
I push
you burrow
you laugh
I quiver
you shake
I come
boys and girls of all colours and sizes size me up to stand down and
I need them to strike me soon
I need to be felt outrageous
She came over all trailer-trashed
glassy-eyed, flip-flopping
tube of Prep H and a bottle of Diet Coke in her
cheap chipped red nail-polish hands.
Rub it in for me will you daddy?
Course I will darlin’
hop on daddy’s lap.
She didn’t hop so much as he
grabbed her meaty waist and flung her over.
Daddy’s gonna make it all better
licked his thumb and forefinger and
rubbed them over her wrinkle swollen hole.
No daddy, I’m sick! she squealed,
I’m sick daddy.
Alright darlin’ settle down.
He squirted the cold gel
she squirmed from the cold gel.
Thank you daddy.
He swatted her away
slurping at the Coke bottle
looking at him sideways.