(horny jail)

45th floor dick

make me

your mcdonald’s madame alexander doll

in the happy meal plastic wrap

rip me open

shatter me

splatter me against the screenless sunrise

I want so much

to be the emcee for annihilation

lust want craving

fear survival bliss

I throw them like dice

mama needs a new pair of shoes

my god, am I a capitalist?

am I a tech bro?

can I girlboss my way into good dick?

and I think about the way you feel

burrowed inside me

turning back, passing in and out

like pages of a book you keep reading

getting closer and closer to the

author’s intent. (FUCK ME)

and a little evil part of me

would sell out the world because

so high,

the only scream I hear are my ears popping

while I crash

down

and v  a  p  o  r  i  z  e

against the concrete marquee in a slap-

stick of flesh.

that foley artist on the ground is giving me life

slide whistle slip n slide to the finish

rug burn to the

ground.

did you see that lady scream when she saw

blood bones and teeth

scattered for the common man to see

good god almighty

I’ve never been so turned on.