I ejaculate like the skyline.
Cumopolis.
Slightly noirish.
You said it looked like two stone lions
on your chest. Slightly angry, bemused maybe—
Eros
The Bittersweet
on your nightstand. So we know where your mind is.
And to think these are my best sheets.
There’s no telling where the terror lies.
I owe the booky man copper wire.
He ate my sins.
Somewhere I hear there are birds
that drink diamonds from your hands.