Miscegenation Ball

i am dispossessed by your sheer unrivaled beauty. are you merely the flimsy coat hanger of my shameless ego? my modern desire to remain at bay? a double reflection of my buttery smooth, spectacular ego?

there’s rot in the cream skimmed off my dreams of you and i have only the thugsicle leaking seed into my dreams, my hair, my breath, in my ass wear it leans and sings to protect me from dipping deep into your dank pools of word salad dash,

i can wait forever. make you the purring lamb of my loins. crush you in my slickly daisy sweat and swallow you like a lozenge slithering down my throat where my voice makes the ships crash on the rocks and the sailors all die.

you are my candy bloat binge cloaked in a garish fairytale of cross-pollination. you are my condition and my rupture, my thresholds leaping in one bright celestial arc.

my milk, my night, my taffy, my zag, my lazy border song*

“delirium” is a term used by Freud to denote the failure of symbolization and repudiation of the other. in delirium, symbolic meaning does not preserve and protect. into delirium slips the sweet silk of love.

my phantasmic possession of you erected an immaculate sacrilege. as pure as amatory idealization, we are the primordial boy band of the future licking at the crumbling toes of the sphinx in the indian burn desert. gold nameplate earrings and matching asymmetrical haircuts soothe nasty cuts in the break freed from the weight of mundane shifts and lagging emotions.

‘you are pure unadulterated evil,’ being not the fear of an object, but rather, a hieroglyph structured according to the logic of recklessly unfulfilled desire.