Dreamland
SEPULCHER OF THE DEAD A slime trail shows A snail, a slug, Or a meandering Ejaculate Has passed this way Earlier yesterday Or today; the trail It blazed is smooth, Not slick, now that it Has dried to a white Sepulcher of the dead, To match my blank And vacant shemale soul. TAKING IT LIKE A MAN On my elbows and knees, The way I learned to be In the military, I wince, I frown, I cringe, But, as your cock slides Past my sphincter and impales My fluttering anus, I Try to...