Phimosis Postibi

conduit shrugs

from sleepy wither

morning scrapes

itself off the night

with bruised studded clouds

I will shower

soaps lather run

looming down

at the hoodless one

shaped contour of

male tissue erectile

veined with coming age

desensitized to cotton touch

hidden behind

clasp of gideon sundbuck

soft towel rub

once retreated

so nobody will know

it’s a shame

that this dome

quite architectural

with narrow eye

can shine and shimmer

in fluid moments

of interaction

but for now

the day pale clad

has begun

me as of today

Phimosis Interlude

and there I am

inside you

erectile tissue

incapable

rendered useless

previous tears

foreclosed

foreskin

tightened it’s grip

narrowing

to a pinhole

so hard to fuck

so hard to piss

meatus

glans

frenulum

biology of a urologist

with pinch

and slice

foreskin foreshore

to the tide

of emotion

as scraped emerged

purple swollen

sullen alter ego

meatus

glans

frenulum

now seen again

tactile flesh

to satisfy

Eggs….

I broke an egg

soft boiled

watched the yolk

spread

in the whorehouse

of my soul

i thought

of my yolk

spread

over your breast

as I kneel

and urge

over

your sleeping

shape

my mess

your anger

limp disaster hung

itself

on my brittle facade

you left

exit by the door

i now look at

knowing

this egg will

not taste any better

 

Ah The Dawn

the moving clouds

buddha puffs

of a slow conscious

scratched awake

by some yearning

for nothing absolute

but unreal

sucked out of a heart

of someone

once and never loved

sun stains

burns and blinds

i yield

and feel no more