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P icture this
me, lying nude atop a lily pad
hair flawless
having just woken up
like this
picture me chained to the dungeon wall
blood-red blood accenting my dress
me, with the body of an adult
girl in her childhood bedroom
in nothing but stockings
drawn tight as the World Trade Centers
me, fucking a horse
picture me, a cave woman
making a home out of a giant symbol
of my own vaginity
turning cave boys into cave men
in between hunting the spritely wildebeest
picture me
kissing a poster
kissing the tv screen
throw pillow between my legs
essaying in vain to collapse
the twin distances of time and space
between myself
and the boy bands of my era
it was a business model
predicated on selling girls
in the form of boys to girls
picture actually caring
about virginity
that is such small dick energy
still, when I deflowered myself
on the stick shift of the city bus
top 40 mingling with polite clapping
in the air of my cum
I got it
picture a joke I don’t remember
where the punchline
is that a woman’s genitalia are described
to an inexperienced boy
as being akin to a dog’s mouth
my dad told this joke to me
on the night of my wedding
during his toast
which was also to everyone else
he compared me to chewed up bubblegum
he compared me to a pink ATM
to a putrid flower of bizarre proportion
he compared my insides to the bag from American Beauty
he drew an equation on the blackboard
where marriage = prison
pointing emphatically for the hushed crowd
with a pointer stick on whose end
was a smaller hand also pointing
I deflowered myself on that, too
I deflowered myself endlessly
growing up on planet nowhere
I pretty much thrashed the bouquet on the concrete
I sometimes did it thinking
of the image of a condom
practicing the safeish sex my high school taught me
letterman jacket thrown over the blacklight
picture a long-haired filly
galloping into a canyon
through flowers so suggestive
the cowboy’s songs spiral out of antiquity
into the modern age
we bow down to smell
the incredible pussy of the horse
one afternoon I deflowered myself
turning this scene over in my mind
like a raw steak
picture me
learning to appreciate steak and cigars
in order to one day
be a more alluring flower to de
imagine trying so hard
to not be like the other girls
only to realize other girls went extinct
during Europe’s mini ice age
picture eyelids
are they not
just skin-colored glasses
through which the whole world looks like sleep?
my cunt saw the world through a skin-colored monocle
before a vigorous deflowering
performed at mach speed
in the howling cockpit
of a Blue Angel
obliterating it like trash blasted into the sun
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