10-09-2010, 12:29 AM
1.
I suppose I despise all fathers.
No, that isn't fair. Just because
your face looms forth from the
darkness behind my eyelid, like
a terrible light expelling comfort,
doesn't mean I should judge
all men thusly.
2.
sprawling with a teenage boy
across the fields of pink ether,
inhaling the bilious gas
of sombre deities, heaven-bound Nazis,
as I mount his adolescent frame,
his sixteen-year old buttocks,
and expel the sickness handed down
since the moment I escaped
from the church of the blood,
my mother's love blessed, sacred cunt.
3.
Is it your masculinity
which terrifies me?
I'm tied like a pork rind
to the collar of the boy,
my rosy-cheeked old self,
who hides beneath the bed
as the bovine of his past
prowls the corridors.
I suppose I despise all fathers.
No, that isn't fair. Just because
your face looms forth from the
darkness behind my eyelid, like
a terrible light expelling comfort,
doesn't mean I should judge
all men thusly.
2.
sprawling with a teenage boy
across the fields of pink ether,
inhaling the bilious gas
of sombre deities, heaven-bound Nazis,
as I mount his adolescent frame,
his sixteen-year old buttocks,
and expel the sickness handed down
since the moment I escaped
from the church of the blood,
my mother's love blessed, sacred cunt.
3.
Is it your masculinity
which terrifies me?
I'm tied like a pork rind
to the collar of the boy,
my rosy-cheeked old self,
who hides beneath the bed
as the bovine of his past
prowls the corridors.