By god’s design My mind A pickled, riddled bygone fissure A crater Pictured On an app called “Grindr” But the news is out A faggot about Intrepid explorer Of what it means to be a whorer A lattice of face, waist, anus Cock further than the eye can see Scrolling through proximity Evaluating the composition of their bodies Like some kinda fucked up WALL-E Whose programming aims for the destruction Of IV ME Hundreds of messages sent and received Lies a little piece of me PrEP, Masc for Masc, Trans only Twinks, Bears, Otters Noah’s arc in it’s entirety! Populate the backdrop of my tragedy Where something’s amiss A kiss Discourse Bliss at nearness But I can’t help it My loins are a penance A storm of such magnitude That I deride and decry The tenderness inside It’s teratogenic Wearing away my composite An oxide on my hide Flaying my ability to provide a resolution To years and years of dissolution But, Then again Why so sad? This is the destiny I chose Your body’s a temple Mines a city Littered upon With canals and crevices Conductors Running trains on it’s orifices Going global is always an option You, I, they, them All on the menu From Peru to China A no-holds barred bonanza The MET office up in arms At its newest evaluation: Globo-homo is a greater threat than the heating of the Great Steppe! The brevity of potential buggery Held within this one body Makes Sodom and Gomorrah look like a little tea party I’m talking planetary shit The Gaia Hypothesis Where equilibria is formed By the interaction of earth and sea Ecologies and species Appeals to me Because no matter how grounded I could become Surrounding temperature Atmosphere The lurid depths of high salinity water Call me back To my equilibrium At a microscopic level I can sometimes feel my skin crawl Cellular processes hijacked By chromosomal, homosex imposter I’ve know her since pre-school… Fluorescent pink Deoxyribonucleic acid studded Leather clad Selling it’s ass to ribosomal daddies Protein producing fun! But this infrastructure Sublimates Rather than builds A sexual industry Promoted by council of hormonal dictators Pollutes my goal Of being whole (rather than a hole) So I’m rethinking my edifice Enacting my own TED talk About the ontological significance Of being a fleshlite With arms and legs Maybe going to a therapist Would have been better than a supposed cunning linguist Pound for pound The tongue may be the most powerful muscle in the body But it’s currency is inflationary Illusory When compared to the solidity of a body next to me
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