#80 - corona-boner

20.3.20

80

corona-boner

it is the fascist’s wet dream

no gatherings of more than one idea

miasma!

here’s dizzy with

blame others

different looking, sounding

trust only a circle of skin

before too late

get in!

a panic

filthy every other is

you wouldn’t want them breathe on you

my otherhanded respiration

that’s sweet life into

make my machine

a drum will beat

make marches

those strong surviving

might I thus rouse you to a whim?

exchange of mucus mine

it’s pure

the little deaths are far away

that’s how I feel with you

and witness, willing, giving

won’t?

yes you will

bend over for

I die

so ejaculated

as in a nineteenth century novel

I die

I spend

the vital essence precious

as in a dream

I will