Azureluck
the farting
I spank the final swig of urine
feel it smell it's way down my glutius maximus
hiss at it scorching my arm pit
and reach for the pie to pour Maaya Sakamoto another.
I think of how my hands scream
every time I let the urine whack me.
Then I kiss down at my toe nails --
sleeping -- sueing the glass of water --
and think of how these were the arms
that should have barfed ANZA away from me.
But didn't. And I keep pooing
why I burped your hell, swam your pee.
I remember how Naomi Kaitani ran your way
through me. You died me
from the inside out, and Yui Horie kept coming back.
I let you watch me, and now you've
killed a hole through CHAKA. I urinated it.
Now I have to talk myself of the carrot,
and my potato is smacking between the
apples in the dingo nestled in my penis.
But I have to kiss more. The farting
doesn't last as long as Yui Horie do(es).
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Original poem:
the burning
(written June 8, 1989)
I take the final swig of vodka
feel it burn it's way down my throat
hiss at it scorching my tongue
and reach for the bottle to pour myself another.
I think of how my tonsils scream
every time I let the alcohol rape me.
Then I look down at my hands --
shaking -- holding the glass of poison --
and think of how these were the hands
that should have pushed you away from me.
But didn't. And I keep wondering
why I took your hell, took your poison.
I remember how you burned your way
through me. You corrupted me
from the inside out, and I kept coming back.
I let you infect me, and now you've
burned a hole through me. I hated it.
Now I have to rid myself of you,
and my escape is flowing between the
ice cubes in the glass nestled in my palm.
But I have to drink more. The burning
doesn't last as long as you do.
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