The Echoes of Statues

“In the secret grotto of deeply erotic, / poison-rooted, pussy-footed thoughts, bearded to the balls / like Whitman, forgive me if I sing / a song of my…”


“Thinking about you today, for literary / purposes only, I don’t know that / my heart is a fitting place / for you to dwell, whether you / take…”

Sons of Onan

“imagining it’s your lips / and not my fist wrapped around / it today, that pleasure rips / and ripples with the metered / whipping, petered pawing, raw // rubbing…”