Poem titles are about as useful as gonorrhea.

[newsclippings]

I posted this a while ago, I just wanted to fix it up because I like the content.

inundated live-wire
oh fuck me, this almost ponytail
you flicked my nose
grabbed my waist
moved me aside and
pulled my hair
you bit my chest
choked my neck

i wondered why it hurt
but i sucked your...
i bitkissed your chest
i choked your neck
climbed atop
told you i'd treat you
bad, like you treat the rest
you wished out loud don't stop

i need
i crave the filthiest---
so i'll bargain pain purity for release
for rage-lust blood-trembles
bodies more polluted than mine
and i won't give a semblance of a fuck
if your hurt is my consequence.