It’s Only Natural

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a stone does not mean to be cruel
contained in arrogance
it just is


nations perpetually christened
in genocide
but they must be


domineering husbands
and the bartender
has a fat lip
but she has to


sacrifice the women,
the children
anything
for the survival
of the white man.

the oligarchy has finished eating
kind enough
to feed us the crust
embezzled with the phlegm
of each of their celestial
C.E.O.s

multi colored
multi variables
some reek of mustard gas
some are only stale,
with cyanide following,


silent
others biZzare shades and huEs
anti freeze: bright blue
but finally another knot in my stomach
and the sweet taste in my mouth.

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

David

Swaying hips, seducing steps
Playing games
I am your queen
You are my king
Shuffled together
Front to back
I can feel your desire

Your heat swelling
Throbbing against flesh
Like the magician that first showed me what it means to love
You flip these cards

With hairy hot strength
At first it hurt
Cracking pelvis
You flip those cards

Play those cards effortlessly
Endless monstrous cock
Sometimes you pass me in those beginner halls

Sometimes nearly naked
With firm pectorals
Raging biceps
The red sea couldn’t spread far enough for you

Taught skin
Tightening
Sweet jagged friction
Drenched in
Excited sweat, spasms,
and warm
Pure
Snow

With him inserting himself
Into my very own
Like an artist
Throbbing to create
Vibrant
pink
lips