Sunday, February 21, 2010


You're free and
and I'm locked
in this cock-cage

The very angriest
thing to do-
Withold orgasm -
keep it for myself

I protect my heart like
I protect my groin,
Cuz some things
don't grow back

Pecked to
Worse than

I'm impoverished and ashamed
I'm dirty and repellent
I'm obsequiously clever
I'm headed for a fall

I can see it.
In slow motion.
it's unavoidable-
Not "just because"

Torn away-
My tragedy began early on,
And isn't really a tragedy
at all.

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