POEM THAT EXPLORES GAY OPPRESSION
Sodomy, Screwing him with the Word
An LGBTQ Poem
In the beginning, his name was Nameless.
In the end, his name was Adam.
All that was left was the void of the Middle.
So, fruit me your rib, seed inside my slits, jaw my rattling body.
My lily’s turret is all yours, Darling.
“Yeah, no.”
The later interpreters pissed in front of Lot’s windows,
The disguised names came to them Unknown.
Sodom then couldn’t unload in the Middle.
Out them blind out, hole them cross whole, down them hold hard!
Run! I am your pillar of salacious salt, Sweetheart.
“Yeah, whatever.”
They made the lay-next-to-him side wrong.
Sweats of olfactory musk remain.
We’ve left whole-nesses in the Middle.
Sun our new son, guilt your God’s sake, stone my cherry pick.
Oh, I’d be so turned on, Dearest.
“Yeah, okay.”
Intractable bits that have no Middle.
Just a far right.
Not fractal energy.
Just worthlessness.
“Yeah…”
