This virile monster
rises--
with telescoping neck
and faceted eye--
on some island,
beside you.
Above you
some shape, some shapeless
animal, some name
is choked on
just before
you know you have
to realize how
futile the scream.
The moan is only
you pretending,
muffling some pleasure,
suffering
some failures under
the breath held
by your always
expecting the worst,
you always are
wanting more.
Even after more
tore you
a new asshole.
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