The Logic of Sex                               

Speeding through Nevada: toward thick green storm
bracketed by lighting: I'm reading billboards: XXX arcades
Jesus Saves: by Spring I blur into blessing: digesting warm

piss: victim with the AZT in his zipper pocket: 1989: I kiss
the black moth on the corner of his terrified mouth: I miss
Rusty whom I never knew: pornologics chomping at the bit.

A felony the size of a red blood cell: I cannot unlock a hero.
XXX Saves! Jesus Arcades! I whisper to my circus
tremors: there are ten black slashes: each blooms a virus.

I inhale the purring souls pressed from the rippled river.
Ten black dragonflies zigzag the periphery of quiver:
orange cloud: falling embryos from a slash in the sky.

I pop my blue porn tablet: fingering my wound like an eye:
my ripped pink sea anemone: pointed toward the candle lit
ceiling. I've been skidding into illusion: queer confusion: tit

shaved nipple sucked by my manwolf: when he growls
into my slick anus: I am the universe. after my bowels
are impacted suctioned plunged: I shit

In the shape of his stunning 8 inch pink Scottish cock.
XXX Jesus: Arcades Saves: Yes sister I am the woman.
Load as in viral as in shoot your chorus of tremors. Omen.