—& Tell Me NOW That U Love Me, Gd Damn It!!—

And, Sex, stood up over these bango players and baptised them in his filth. And they were his fresh-faced recruits (sort of, anyways). They became his army. His thugs. His goons. His demons itching at the bit to be unleashed: mad toothless bango-playing horse-recruit inflamers! Sex channeling and directing and transforming the poem’s fragile moments and movements and clanging and sometimes perfectly harmonious streams of piss. A Mozart of piss! A Clydesdale of Mice. A Bride of Rice. Kind of. (O, Sex, you magician) (O, Sex, you magician) (O, Sex, you magician) (O, Sex, you magician) $$$$ A veritable avalanche of sighs and pensive owls. Oooos & Aaaaahhhhhs. Panties and PMS. Pansies and lipstick. Dildos and chapstick. An epic. Pink and gleaming. Strict and streaming. Crypt and steaming. Flipped and creaming  $$$$       (Oooos & Aaaaahhhhhs) – shhhhhhh! :)

& & & & MASTURBATE

& MASTURBATE

(IN THE RAT HOLE) (IN THE RAT HOLE)

Collapsed—From

Cum & Blood Loss

But then like a drop of dew it all glimmered, ruptured and oozed. And Sex hit the circuits and read in front of mobs of frenzied schoolgirls and housewives and fans of songs about Anne Frankenstein &&&&& and murderers and louts and krauts and kings and franks &&&&&& and don’t-cum-in-my-mouths *** and couths and sows and sewerites and geyserites *** and pleaserites and kiss-me-nows and kiss-me-hards *** and moons and toons and cold balloons dried-up goons *** and carry-the-logs-to-the-Tiber-this-afternoons. And a man named Glib   (ayyy-yahh-ya-yahhh)

— & a Huge glass Penis sits in the Corner & Muses of Flying All around this World & Smashing Itself to Pieces, Sad, Orange, Dripping, Down, Its neck ---

*** *** *** *** *** *** ***

And, so, like, yeah, Sex’s balls were tingling off the charts. Out there in the corn. In the moonlight. Like a wound. Like a gaping fig. And he imagined, in his confused lust-daze-fury, skinning this nerd, this little impudent math nerd, who was, unbelievably (o, strange, strange world) blowing like a God against his hidden cock and thrust-out balls              thrust... thrust.... thrust ......

Like rain. Gleaming. Lightbulbing. Shivered. Shaked. All-aslaked. Baked and Cherried. Stemmed and hemmed. Ho’d and Ha’d. Rightnow’d. And tomorrow’d. Gen’tals. Gen’tals. GEN’TALS. XOXOXOXOXOOXOXOXO

I LIKE IT ROUGH • I LIKE IT REALLY ROUGH

and Sex frolicked and hillocked • and bumstocked and cockrocked • and mouthfrothed and tonguefrocked and • holesocked and lipknocked and gerbilized • and groinwacked and hiplicked • and buttsliced and dickrucked • and bumrashered and bumfrytied • and hogtied and ballpried and egglied • and scrocried and quiveried • and neighed and flayed and frayed • and freighted and tipped and tipped • and tipped and dipped and overed • and overed and frained and frained and frained •  •  •  •  •  •  •  and shit-frained!!! •  •  •  • 

“I want you to go in my mouth /// shhhhhh (wink)  “and baby, you can rub vinegar into my asshole while I’m blowing you—and don’t let my screaming stop you.”       shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

(IN THE RAT HOLE) (IN THE RAT HOLE)

ALL THIS SEX, MOANING, LONG-TAILED, CHAINED IN TREES

Red got drunkt and endt up in a barn with a buncht of horses and donkys and, then, in the middle of rugged couplings, triplings, fourlings, neighings, brayings and all manner of frothed moaningZZZs, Sex walked in. And he was flawed. And lock-jawed. And frozen like a cold hummingbirDDDd all assimilated like krill down into a whalLLe. And Sex knew what to do. He raAped these poor bastards. Stripped them down completely. And then tossed them on to a junk heap    (aAa)***

THE MOUNTAIN GOAT  $$$$$$$

            $$$$$$$$$$ THE OPEN BOAT

It was the size of Kentucky, this junk heap. In fact it was Kentucky. And toothless bango players (millions of them**) flocked to egg our heroes on. To rile up their lusts. And levitate their busts. And oil their nuts. And paper their butts. And flavor their ruts. And purple their fruts.   **   shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhHHHHHHHHH

$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$

And (Hallelejuah! Yes!) I’m the Messiah, again, and again (Yes!), at the glorious moment of Euthanasia