i want to come in your mouth
i want to come in your mouth you know
spread those jowls nice and good
insert myself
so my weltanschauung
touches your gedanken
i want to shove my pen
into the collection of your verse and
twist
rolling up the lines like spaghetti
into my own mouth
i want to thrust my arm
deep into your throat
do a little fisting
fish around come out
with a handful of dirty rags
cigarettes (I don't smoke
old underwear
matresses without bedsheets
stains all sorts sizes
and a little vanilla ice cream
conflating past and present i want to
fuck you
only in the way a poet can want
to fuck another through a thin sheet
of long vowels and delusion
don't worry I don't want the You
the i wants the you
but the I does not want It
and in the end the I wants a lot of things
but the i usually gets nothing