I Will Torture You
So, I show up at your door. It’s snowing.
Middle of the night, two a.m.
I pound on the door.
You wake, come downstairs, open up
and I’m standing there.
I have my pants around my ankles. _____ And
there is just blood everywhere.
In the snow
My groin is this shivering steaming wound.
And I explain that I castrated myself
with garden shears and
…I dunno what I did with my dick…
_ I just set it down somewhere…
_____y’know, whatever…
and you would be totally like “AGGH”
And I would be like
“I knew you of all people would understand.”
___Oh the look on your face… woo!
Here sits a dark night of lurking shuddups
Wandering the house twitching
__at myself, bitching
My dirty assembly caught chemical
_______to the textured of boiled yams.
mushroom children stuffed into the belly of a casserole,
___cooked up until the wet fur smells.
conversations are like we’ve covered the kitchen ceiling
____in plastic wrap
conversations are like a sloshing wombful of fish
junk butt fuck chuckling buckle chuckets.
chuckle buckets
buckets of chuckle buckets
buckley buck chuckling fuckets
I am a bold lover.
Bold.
So very boldly bold, as a lover should.
Ah but as bold a lover as I
there was none more so bold than The Schlansky.
Man, could he ejaculate
The Schlansky had a signature move,
which was
The Schlansky.
The Schlansky’s The Schlansky is admittedly
__________an immature tact to take
______but
when one is primed for sweet sweat making
and one’s lover is refusing affections, again,
The Schlansky
is an effectively vindictive way of dealing with
___that frustration.
The Schlansky described The Schlansky simply as
___angry, audible masturabation.
Right there in bed.
Start off discrete and easy. Work it up slow,
But then
__Put on a real show. Get vigorous!
Lots of spit.
Talk to it!
Then finish it up with an orgasm
that sounds like you are pulling a live eel out of your throat
If done accurately,
__The Schlansky should be veritably pleasureless
fuck butt chuckling buckle chuckets.
chuckle buckets
junkets of fuckle chuckles
junkley buck chuckling fuckets
chutt uck juck futtley fuckel – uckl – ets.
_________________sshu uhtp
There in line at the market,
I see you.
_________You love and cradle your baby.
You whispers to the baby, and I can hear you
“You don’t know how bad I want to get drunk.
I am so tired I can see through walls.
I want to run away.
I want my pubic hair twisted and pulled”
You are strewn out in the bathroom around the toilet.
___Conversation and music crash outside in the hall.
You animate and clambers up to the toilet lip
and vomits,
you vomit through your hair
It’s just words to make
a sucking sound,
__as
oxygen ignites
_____black spastic orange horns
and you are at no party
and there were never Never any children,
you are covered in grease
____you are on fire
But I’m just drifting from room-to-room
____stopping to acknowledge it
__and whisper into the corners.
Kinda doing this –
__pull hair stumble around stareing
I drag a sloshing garbage bag of my organs,
my guts to the bathroom.
I grow gills and
I wait for something to spill.
I find I have raw gnawed my finger’s nails
nibbled the nails raw
Now –
random bites
on fingers, then hands, wrists
bloody nips, barely teeth marks,
flaps ripped removed,
my hands covered in
little red ovals, little angry red snears
You notice my blood
but
I don’t care about the pain
I don’t think I care about not caring.
What is to me? Any of it?
But you think I ought too.
After all isn’t that normal, to avoid pain?
___Healthy.___ Expected. ______Responsible.
Being human.
Not just deadpan.
Not lingering.
I’m going to murder you all night with that face.