Damon Hubbs

Wishbone 

I love you more than Armie Hammer loves a wishbone
& better than Kendall Roy cuts a line of coke. 
But you, my dear, love-me-not & that’s why your love is on loan. 

In my mind your stamp-tramped image butterflies a moan
& like a cage-free egg I spew my yoke;
I love you more than Armie Hammer loves a wishbone. 

The thousand-winged beats of your pleasure zone  
Remind me of pink femurs faintly baroque.
But you, my dear, love-me-not & that’s why your love is on loan. 

With your painted toes & fingers I’ve made a throne
to worship with fire, mirrors & smoke
I love you more than Armie Hammer loves a wishbone.  

A power-grabber’s fantasy succession of squirts and groans 
My cock grows fatter with each fevered stroke.
But you, my dear, love-me-not & that’s why your love is on loan. 

I stole your image, pillaged your stock; it’s too late to atone 
Little Lord Fuckleroy’s one-eye needs a choke. 
I love you more than Armie Hammer loves a wishbone
But you, my dear, love-me-not & that’s why your love is on loan.