gasp through
dust & plastick
smoke thick w/
silicon computer chip
kevlar dust
ready to blow
refracted aluminum
mirrored
vastness
of the desert
horizon line
disappear around
subtle curve of the
edge disappeared
run out
through
i’d never make it
on these lungs
riddled w/ plastickI.
money has its sticky fingers in everything
thinking of riding the noise waves
until full _DISTORTION_ in my gut
the quality of full sun on bright
colored paint i can’t explain
the richness of it if you’ve never
seen it it’s just so
bright & final
when it falls it very
never come back up
we’re all not so sure of it
there’s all this drama wrapped up
in each & every gesture
the textures of that
limp wrist against red shadow
against thick layers of leather
& sweat & skinskinskin sitting
next to me it’s all so bright
heightening levels @ which u
thought u could see something
before I’m not sure you could
& neither are u
II.
interlocking industry / widening scope
of desire & vision
the space queers hold
for each other
is fucking
epic
i’m so lucky
to be a full on freak
amongst
the queers the rebels the miscreants
the leather clad & cum covered
the levels can always be boosted
but c’mon don’t blow me out
just yet
it’s still early
the sun’s barely crested on
this jetset & i’m hungry
for something dark
dangerous glamorous
the type of sustenance
that feeds the beast of
queer collectivity
we all have it
snapping @ the surface
pusing vains @ the clips of
piercing eye contact
craving it all / the w/hole
world on its knees
ready 2 fuck
in one massive
knot
until we run
out of limbs
& prosthetics
to fuck w
& we consume
it all
each an every inch of
fleshsweat
so hungry to feel
an extension of
ourselves
out of winding
singularity
so close at
the edge of touch
@ the edge of
rupture
so full of desire
each one of us
ever fulfilled
wanting so
so fucking bad
that unimaginable
expansivity
we approach night
after
unfilled night
we approach
a queerness
in public
that stays
shameless
& not a
cop in sight
not a goddam
cop in sight
night after night
not a cop in sight
day after day
not a cop in sight
say it with me
actually
no
make it with me
until this
monologue fades
from fantasy
& becomes
quotidian
just another day
in liberation
headlight don’t matter
when they light
the stage
make it
with me
if a military trash fire
burns in the middle
east
does Anyone see it’s glow
jet fuel & trash
if the US silences any wounded
who will blow the whistle on it
choking on plastick
does anyone hear
the high frequency
injury retrograde
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