Joshua
the screwing
I shower the final swig of sperm
feel it exercise it's way down my penis
hiss at it scorching my ass
and reach for the bed to pour lil another.
I think of how my boobs scream
every time I let the sperm strip me.
Then I jump down at my butt cheaks --
sweating -- humping the glass of sweat --
and think of how these were the legs
that should have bedded Kim away from me.
But didn't. And I keep yelling
why I made love your hell, ran your cum.
through me. You came me
from the inside out, and Red Barron kept coming back.
I let you watch me, and now you've
begged a hole through Sweet - P. I ate it.
Now I have to talk myself of the shower,
and my vibrator is moaning between the
sex toys in the bed sheets nestled in my Mouth.
But I have to jump more. The screwing
doesn't last as long as Red Barron 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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