Tequila soaked spit I fisted
The concept of innocence
Raped childhood suburbia
To fuck that boy behind the courthouse
Sunday morning skipped church
“Why can’t you be in a relationship?”
He asked as he moved his fist from me
Removed the lathered Crisco gloves
I got problems with my mother.
Daddy got himself killed
but I knew I didn’t like him
“Will you ever be happy?”
Sexual addiction kept making me push it further
Fingers, then dicks, then toys, finally fist
Each time I go further I want to go further
Don’t need drugs to feel high
I desire flesh
Hungry wolf starving
“So that means you will die alone?”
I laughed
Life is alone, the crash, the contact
The absurdity of man dealing with his nakedness
I stopped caring a long time ago about shame
More about the fear of living a life bored
Fucking
So I am constantly searching for the unordinary
To make me feel normal
I’m not normal
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