Will it read Poetry?

If I ejaculate on the page
Will it read
Poetry?
What if I tease them
With another man’s seamen?
If I use my little peter
Will it rhyme with meter
Reveal my best feature
I’m student, plaid skirt
Spank me teacher
The ruler breaks
When I masturbate
Auto asphyxiate
Spit in my face
Put this little bitch
In his place
Don’t be meager
Be the woman
man enough for me

To the driver seeing me in my underware

Sending Middle Fingers
like letter bombs
S.W.A.K.

I know the lice crawling
under the wheel
under the fabric

we both know
which parasite
is in control

coy look
like he know’s
it’s getting in

it will
but to never
return

down my midnight
Detroit alleyway
shit smeared
on walls untended to

all is taken

There
I still wander
asking the wild
defenders of the ghetto
with jack-knife teeth
Just where I’ve run to

Traverse further
outside the inferno
cigarette buds
and losing lottery tickets
you’ll find hell

It’s only the fate
a curious republican deserves

Dennis Cooper

I would never be a gay man
who wrote “The Tenderness of Wolves”
Afraid of obscenity
running frantic
from the most pleasurable
essence of
reality

I’d title the book as my home address
tell them to
“Send semen taste samples
and a self addressed envelope

let the best worship
pepperoni grease scrotum
and ejaculate on the hour

Painting supple,
eager faces
a nice eggshell white.

It’s not a matter of self control
to keep from embarassment

It’s a matter of pulling her pigtails
cock assaulting
back of the throat
pink flesh

tying them
strangling sack

and broadcasting
the nation’s daughter’s facial
in times square

The face marked with
smug pride

you may strive
to be a bore
but I’ll be the nation’s
shameful secret

Uncle Sam’s
throbbing
menace

Sad Tugging

I took her love
like a well fitted suit
snarling
shame
in between torn
Kreuger thighs
of suicidal dancer
tapering to toes
curling

taking me to celestial lows
(revolutionary)
In-furled frilled brow
Hand clenching
my heat