Poet from the alleged sex tape
I sleep nervous
with a mask on
Showered
inky pen
shiny
So when I get the dream
they will know me
and the mask
will keep
reality
from interrupting
going down
on the scene
I haven’t had the dream just yet
I don’t know how many nights
but I prepare
Maybe it will come
like a couplet comet
Streak past
the sonnet’s subconscious
Blasting
Intense end-stopped line ecstasy
Oh it will
Oh I will
when my time comes
So I am standing now below
some bright lights
Tacky sets with couches
Some beautiful Spanish visions walk in front
Super hot ones drinking on the sides
incredible female limber liberated voices
in the back
I say “Welcome..Not my first time, but…”
I pull the mask off
clear my throat
They pull out a video camera
old one with the tape
I clear my throat again
Nerves
They surround me
Maybe we live stream
I am potent
I am ready
I am strong
I am not ever asleep
I am ready for the exposure
all over
Then
It’s hard
I drink some water
I get the timing right
The movement
The rhythm
A real talent I hear
from the room
where the pipes of inspiration are banging
heats on strong
The passion personification
is all over the place
Sliding into lines
curves pure and punctuated hard
No shooting blank verses
Even if it’s fake sometimes
Howling
Other times
Soft
Tender positioning
Thrusts of dirty
censored words
Beautiful
forbidden whispers
Then after like over 2 minutes for sure
Silence
Cut-up
Silence
I gave them my whole everything
They even clapped
as the help cleaned up
I felt great
bowed my head
finished up
Some things were passed around
everyone lit cigarettes
No one was asleep not one second
It was great marketing
and publicity
and mind blowing
legendary industry
though cheap
When I wake
I fantasize
of watching the video tape
Rewind past to the meaty parts
Fast forward to the laughs
just like if it really happened
All there documented too
The greatest fucking
reading
of all time
Horror Sleaze Trash 