Eastern Avenue Arcade

I’m back in my car,
My mouth smiling but sore
     the way your mouth feels after sucking seven cocks in the last hour

Lunch time, 12 to 1
Face-fuck aftermath, back of the throat tenderness
Sore and edgy
They still fill my nostrils

Sweat and pubic must, musk, and Irish Spring
My sore soft palate will remind me
Until I’m out of Oklahoma
Of every cock that pushed against it

That enjoyed my sweet and slick submission
So free to take in that darkened, roadside, den

Oklahoma City
Eastern Avenue Arcade
It takes a while
For your eyes to adjust

Pulling clean and circumcised cocks from unbuckled blue jeans
Silky hard and throbbing shafts from gym shorts
Swirling my salvation tongue over the tip
Then suckling like a pup

Retired Air Force Non-Com’s and
Construction foremen in their 60’s
Oil field tool salesmen
Use my willing mouth, anonymous

Imagining Goddess forms,
     their wives or long-lost loves
           and other more disturbing deviations
                that one that kept calling me “his boy”

Imagining all sweet release
They grind my forehead into soft and furry bellies
Imagining they were anywhere
But Oklahoma

Used to Be

I waited forever
For the warm days
Of summer.
Now they’re here,
I wonder why.
I didn’t shed those
Pounds I put on
During the winter.
So the pool’s out,
The beach likewise.
I used to be a prime
Piece of a studly man.
That’s ‘used to be’.
Used to nix pussy
That I didn’t think
Met my standards.
Now, I wouldn’t turn
Nothin’ down.
Hell, the little fella’s
Blind anyway.

Encounter on the #15 Bus

“Did you get on 
at North Avenue?” 
the lady asked 

“Yes” 

“Did you notice 
if they have a 
dog wash?” 

“No, sorry” 

“My golden lab 
needs a bath and 
I heard there was 
a dog wash there 
for $6″ 

“Sorry” 

“Surely you saw it?” 

“Look lady I didn’t 
see a dog wash. In 
fact I’ve never even 
heard of a fucking 
dog wash. I know 
where you can get 
your pussy washed 
for $2 after a thorough 
work out. Does that 
help?” 

“You are a nasty man.” 
I smiled in agreement.

***

From: Sex Doll Gumbo

Bathroom Floor Next To Toilet

It goes this way sometimes.
You wake up semi-blind
with fungal toenail dust
coating your tongue and sties
in both eyes that did not exist
before, and the coiling
and recoiling miles of intestines
stuffed in your abdomen
like so many sausages past
their expiry date, turning green
and gray and a gray-green
perfectly balanced. Luckily
we don’t fetishize guns 
in my country, otherwise,
well otherwise, a bullet
to the temple would be 
a small and tender mercy. 
Better than this rusty anvil
rotting in my aching skull,
pulling all my teeth out
of their gums and stretching
my nostrils as wide as my mouth.
Then it happens, the cataract
like effect both beautiful
and leg-weakening.
And thus one surrenders
to the cool of a rim, ceramic
and white and lovely,
no matter, no matter
what went on before this
moment, it’s like being hugged,
it’s like being loved. 

dam i wish i had a mcchicken… 

i sit down on the curb
remembering that great scene in the movie american history x
* so hungry *
look at the ground
a rolly bug (!)
pick it up
watch it on my palm 

a young one approaches
are you really jesus christ reincarnated? she asks,
pointing to the words on my shirt
sure am.  
mom told me you are just a very sick man
well, what do you think? i ask her 
hmm, she thinks.. 
while i put the bug in my mouth
ew! she squeels
mmm! i say
what’s it taste like? 
a mcchicky, i tell her 

JENNY COME HERE RIGHT THIS INSTANT! her mom is screaming 
jenny says bye jesus! 
see u later jenny 
i watch her run 
her dress blowing up in the wind
revealing very white panties
i tongue bits of the bug from my teeth 
tastes like pussy

pro tip: if ur really hungry u can eat rollypollies to keep ur energy up 
suburban bear grills

i walk on
through a neighborhood
passing great big houses
perfectly manicured green lawns
cherry blossom trees 
barking dogs
behind big gates
a muscle man is washing his BMW
shirtless
he stares at me
i stare back
i take off my shirt 
he asks what are you staring at?
i say i’m staring at a mcchicken 
what did you say, buddy?
you heard me loud and clear, chum 
listen pal, if you don’t move along, i’m going to call the cops…
i see a lady pass by in the window behind him  
i point her out, 
i tell him i’m going to move a long thick schlong
up that bitch!

i lick my lips 

i’m jesus christ i can do anything i want 

I Don’t Write Much About Nature

I like writing about sex

and God

and nothing

those are things
agreeable to the quirks
of my pen

not so much nature

though sometimes

the vision of the ocean comes

but I don’t write about it

you can’t when
you’re getting washed out to sea

Egg

Crack it open 
my mind 
my fears 
my hesitation 
mother fucker 
let it drip 
like golden yolk 
from a 
sunny-side-up egg 
my man 
loves it runny 
with Sriracha 
my mind’s  
still spicy 
& raunchy  
even when 
we are hands off 
we still talk 
sexy shit 
when we get tired 
sexy dreams 
make us touch all over 
I’m not a chicken 
my own eggs 
are drying up 
but the sexy girls 
in my head 
shine the lust light 
golden light 
I can come  
without touching 
are you jealous? 
I lift my legs  
20 times each 
to alleviate the pain 
of the back 
I don’t care Baby 
if you are now fatter 
compared when 
we first met 
we still love 
each other’s asses 
please don’t  
be a sleepy chicken 
crack it open 
our fears need  
to take a hike 
you already touched  
my heart light 
my heart pumps 
we go too deep 
white stuff 
oozing out 
wearing our fear  
frozen 
upon our faces 
but I want pleasure 
again & again 
let’s crack it 
& solve the problem  
of getting down 
& busy 
that’s why we don’t  
we are too busy 
& too fat 
& too fragile  
& too goddamned tired 
eggs are expensive  
& we are fried 
& we are stuck 
trying not to break open 
he loves his gizzum 
she thinks it’s disgusting 
don’t want it on her face 
no pearl necklace 
but egg whites are okay 
on her face 
needs more batteries 
for remote controls  
& vibrators 
sweating in bed 
feeling the change 
transforming  
but still ravenous 
for eggs

Same Shit, Different Pile

My cat’s asshole gets bright pink and expands
when he’s getting ready to take a shit

He drops his shit in the covered litter container
with his furry head looking out the entrance 

When it’s done he dashes out scattering litter everywhere
and runs across the bathroom’s ceramic tiled floor 

Then slides across the kitchen linoleum

Until his claws scratch across the bedroom’s wooden floor

Finally, he jumps up into the air and lands on the windowsill
proud of what he has just accomplished and left behind

And excited to see if he missed anything outside

Obsidian Bones

Beauty can be found in chaos
you once whispered,
placing an obsidian arrowhead
between my mangled fingers. 

You sing me stories of 
girls born from fire. 
Rising from soot and
destruction, their obsidian bones 
A pinnacle of strength. 
You say I hold the same
volcanic beauty. 

Do you not know
my lava-scarred skin drapes 
bones of burning poison?
Piles of ash call me their home.
There is no obsidian
born from my eruption.

Pushing the arrowhead across the table,
I smile weakly.

There is no beauty to be found here.