Bambi                                          


I had my four legs akimbo / I was posing like a starlet in my
spotted coat / I was saucy & rutting hard next to the charred

corpse of my mother / I was creaming into the mouth of any
anonymous ranger / I was a petulant child / A child with

flaming labia / I did not want to nurse at the charred teat of
my mother / I wanted to swallow 1,000 cocks /  I wanted to

be pumped full of bullets / I wanted to be flayed / I wanted
my skin to be hung on a line to dry & the name of some

crappy hunter sewn onto it in red sequins / I wanted to slam
the sky with my white tail / I wanted to be saddled up / I wanted

to be pounded from behind by some eloquent human disaster



The Sign of the Goat                         

I saw myself lying spread-eagle on a slab of whale blubber      :    Egg-cream
custard dripping down my thighs      :   I saw myself wearing a necklace

of cow hearts      :     The inflated ventricular membranes exploding
one by one    I saw myself in pig-skin & rhinestone helmet    :   Pulling

the stitching out of my chest to reveal           :          a veil of red
rubber tubes    :    I saw myself wearing stilettos of meat

& laughing  :  I saw myself dressed in pink-eye     & tumors :  Modeling
the latest vivisection device :         I saw myself loading a gun &

aiming it at my dirty dirty species   :    I saw myself lying on a gurney
surrounded by     deer in white jackets   :

My spine being pulled out my asshole     :     like a string of diamonds



Stupid Pink Wad                                   

We were knee-deep / in the swinky goo/ We’d been rolling in
the hoops / When—Alakazaam!— / There it was!/ It was a

revolting wad/ & it was pink! / It was revolting & / it was
stuck to the underside / of my body!/ He was creaming at

me / something beastly / (He was/ quite a creamer!) /  I said, /
Please can you help remove/the jelly-like pink wad? / It’s stuck fast to /

my undercarriage/ But no! / He was riding along / in that snake-
carriage / In his silk hat & / latex opera gloves / He was boring

deep into the darkest furs / He was dangling / six-hundred
hungers / He was creaming & creaming/ gentle revolver in

hand / That spasming angel! / That cocking fountain/ of light!