It’s too much poetry too much long tall
Women who walk out the door to the tune
Of that bitch over there and the men who
Keep wanting them panting over till
She turns upside-down as red-red meat
Lamb do you understand how to diagram
Her in blank verse until she is just woman
But I do not have the kind of lips men want
To dislocate – and so I dream of woman
Soft&sharp&sweet and her body is as
Foreign to me than to any of those poets
Who jack-off only to her eyes the way
She walks. I want her cunt I do not know
How to see upside-down into me want
To turn her like a meat hook no wonder
They wanted this I do not wake up
Thinking of volcanoes, dicks are easy this
Is harder. The unseen spaces, all those nerves
On the inside. I think of circles dislocate myself to
An objectors lens. Woman woman woman
I want.
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