|
It’s a cold day and I don’t feel a
thing.
I
unzip the coat and spread open the opening.
The cloth barring teeth but they
won’t bite.
My pussy--exposed in a place
connected to my heart.
Howitzer is hard as a rock but
still pinned down by Hanes.
These days when
I’m fucked, I’m fucked in the chest.
Where my veins are clogged with
cum-bersome incentives,
Like Mr. and Ms. should just be
potato head and as dense as ever.
Clasped and
dumb-fisted, his/her core is a cock.
He/she spreads the teeth wide open
and bleeds me like “letting”.
My muscles turn blue and I’m
leaking red stripes
Down my legs on my pasty white
skin.
Flag down and His/Her ooze coats
over my spine,
It numbs all my senses.
My discharge smells of nothing and
My cunt feels nothing at all.
It’s a cold day
but I don’t feel a thing.
So I zip up the zipper and I’m
drunk on the spirit.
It’s time to
pray for more shopping.
It’s time to line the Grand Canyon
with Christmas lights
Stuffing that giant void with
skyscraper malls.
It’s time for He/She to survive
disengendered and unified;
One nation under God/Goddess;
One nation with absolute truth!
|