X MEANS SEX


Tell me about robots and danger
and slipping the pistons all the while
oily and bleeding and making fun of
the nightscapes of candied ghost kids
the razor wire and greasepaint and
body shots and late meals at greasy
spoons with waiters that hate you
 
Give me that seething entrenched air
that burns flags along with panties
paints the town red and sticky
with whipped cream and grass roots
 
Bareback anal twink sex with X-ray
orgasms fist-fuck electrodes in slothful
phrasings, painted Xs over the eyes
mouths wide to receive cum-drenched
jive-talk turkey lite freeze-dried hardcore
white-meat cherry pop with "the ugly

                                                                    the ugly

Instruments.

Benediction.

Tell me about your secret heart.  It's in.
It's ripe and ready.

I lost it in the bathroom with fluorescence and
greasy hair.  It was so hot.
Tiles reflected cognition.  Exploding planets
And failed stars streaking plasma waves

            like undulating anuses.  Twinks riding the waves

                        casually unenthused and fucked by

                                                            electrons.
 
FlynnXFlynnXFlynnXFlynnXFlynnXFlynnXFlynn

Most were burned.  I watched it over and over.

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