Without Seeing Rape
It’s impossible to see it without seeing rape
A volatile puddle of strange fluids, primary colors seeping
And let me say; as an eyewitness
Blind drunk, screaming at the wall – but not anguished or enraged, throbbing member
The death of the dancer was slow and spectacular
The dancer cried on stage and we pelted her with rocks
This was to be the fate of all dancers who dance on stage, raping
Now. Forever they sleep restlessly. Good riddance
The impossibility in sex
Momentary orgasm, cut off from the source, mainlining vaccines, mind eased
A humorless cunt, beady eyed slut
Inner experience, lost in Syracuse, local tattoo artist with AIDS
Stuffing our faces with ramen noodles and sangria
We’re rolling on the floor laughing, with Stacey Abrams
Her sulphuric fumes wafting through the rank air
This is bliss. Evil. Can’t see the truth. Perfect death.
It’s impossible to see it without seeing rape
I got a vision…. It said a man was shot to death. In his testicles.
I can’t wait for the next election
I’ll make a difference. I’ll do my part. I’ll be a good man. You’ll be proud.
God-Like Power
Overwrought with parasites
Hymen Hunter
Exhausted by bureaucracies
Painful lover
Recovered with chemicals
Cayman Island
Vilified by dilettantes
Freedom fighter
Collected with bored losers
Vintage guitar
Compromised by addictions
Heinous goblin
Adventured with based faggots
Potent morphine
Chosen by slick demons
God-like power
You Understand…. Right?
My dad says we can only stay at his house for one night
And that there will be rules
Don’t be offended, he’s a jew
You understand…. Right?
Illustration by Adam Lehrer