Flynn Witmeyer - Poetry

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slipping the pistons all the while
oily and bleeding and making fun of
the ghost kids
in razor wire and greasepaint and

body shots and twilight meals at greasy

spoons with waiters that hate you

bareback anal twink sex with X-ray
orgasms, fist-fuck in slothful
phrasings, painted X's over the eyes,
mouths wide to receive cum-drenched

slang

and white-meat cherry pop

I lost it in the bathroom with fluorescence and
greasy hair.

exploding planets
and failed stars streaking plasma waves

          among pre-moistened assholes. twinks riding the waves
                       casually unenthused and fucked by
                                                            electrons.

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most were burned. I watched it over and over.

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