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MENTORSHIP
 
Swallow easy 
shadow I etched 
with kinder hollows     
as your background, 
bewitched by my    
rapid growth to 
cope, pop double--
jointed: aaaaaaahh like that
creak door closing 
in on itself and  
utterance still a croak      
deep throated, a-hum 
glottal stop shaken     
back awake so you      
won’t be lonely. 
I also haven’t 
tried to change. 


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MENTORSHIP*










 
*Dominate into me in public under 

the table take out your cock, but let 

no one see the telling need that
 
desire is shame flush with desire 
 
talked to to death and kink’s last 
 
word in perpetuity. 



 
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*Fragile horror, I want 
 
want without shame, sweat 
 
of coldness ache at 
 
stomach’s linings in 
 
presence, I feel your 
 
taste so intimately 
 
before I consider 
 
if any beauty is 
 
mine still. 





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*Can I have honor 
 
as my head hits the stone wall, 
 
where I say, it’s ok, then I say, it’s not
 
and my engines turn over, sheens 
 
to machinations’ effulgence, jaw,
 
misaligned frame and resplendent--
 
it’s not so bad from 
 
the conservative perspective: 
 
take what’s taken, what’s given.
 

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MENTORSHIP

Give you enough 
rope to hang 
over, dangle--
ingurgitate repetition 
 
makes flesh traditions.
Give enough 
rope, rappel uxorious 
inverse—when has 
 
a man 
ever been
pussy-whipped 
with the beauty 
 
of truth, sublime 
zombie to beams 
of light 
between my legs. 
 
Rid me of my 
form endless with 
heat— what ceaseless 
whole, now, didactic: 
 
stick with what 
composed me 
in pendulum character
of the perpetual, 
 
Red Sea urchin 
almost 
almost immortal
but clonal, 
 
little mushroom,
the genes run 
in lines laid 
underground.
 
 
 
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