diamagnetism


I

the sight of
your crescent ass bulging
off the edge of the swing
made teardrops plummet from my waist;
i gasped for air,
longing
with pheromones
and eye candy,
my righteous Manhood
in kaleidoscopes
of painted glass.

forgetting where i was
i let go of the chain,
paused to let the moment endure

the next thing i remember
was being hurled away from you
with such speed
there wasn’t even time for a blink
much less
a backward glance;

felt an inch
of paved cement
pound a trough into the shape of my head

the sun went black and i stared up at your
worrisome eyes
through a negative

felt the pinch
of broken legs
when you helped me to my feet

and the taste of myself
oozing onto your tongue

what was that you were saying...?

something about death...
almost killed myself...
surely i was in an unrelenting pain
but
i just stared into the space between us
and hoped you would inhale a bit deeper
each time

the world kept moving closer

and farther away,
your harvest moons
outshined the sun from where i was standing;

suddenly i understood why
Neil Armstrong was a hero,

and
life on earth has never been the same since.


II

i will get on my knees

if you will fuck me
i will make it worth your while
having
me inside you
to take your spine between my fingers
and mold your vision
of Us
into every last
cut
your razor nails
make in my bloodless
thoughts

i jerked off to your
internet photograph
and started to perspire
knowing that your eyes were fixed
on my twitching
muscles and
all of this hard-earned agony finally made sense:

i went back to
the day on the playground
that
brought us together...

the first time i ever
absorbed your carnal shape

my hands and my mouth and my brains were bleeding but
there i stood on a broken leg
next to you

the luckiest piece of shit on this waste of a planet

who knew that it would be
another ten years
before i finally forced my way into
your body

like a worm
within an apple


III

I WILL LOVE YOU

even when you think we’re perfect
i will shove you through
the crack in the floor

under the bed
where you used to drill holes through me

I AM NOT MADE OF ORGASMS

you wench, i am not your pipe dream
or fantasy slave

i am not your
knight in shining armor,

i am a fag

the slime trails of a slug
a rat that shits on itself

when you hold me i have nothing to be afraid of
but you fuck me
in all your wretched glory
and drown my dick
in lechery and fear

then throw me out into the cold,
stunted, with
an overcoat of albumin,
your gift to the world

perfumed with the sweet odor
of incense
and fed up with being
shrink-wrapped in this skin of sex

i polish my eyes in semen
and laugh because

my organ is
the key to your indulgence
and
i pin you to the wall
while it rips into your womb,
paints your inner membranes
with the virus of LOVE,
makes you realize that you are
nothing
but
a
desecrated
whore

and then
i make you the offer
you can’t refuse,

i pretend to give you everything,

you who are the last chance
i will ever have

to beat avarice
at its own game.




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