by John Rocco
They bit me.
I bit them,
two of them,
double lap dance
(drunk dollars are always easy).
Ivy and Ella
split screen:
Ivy small
petit tight ass,
Ella big
round tight ass
and both on my face
they’re having a great time
torturing
and I didn’t
think
and I didn’t
feel
and I didn’t
know
and I didn’t
see
and I didn’t
live
smothered dead
finally!
Fucking delirious in death,
ass killed, choked on ass
widening gyre in time
the universe revealing
its secrets to me:
Atlantis
Stonehenge
Easter Island
Skull Island
Time travel
The Great Pyramids
and the Rough Beast
Squaring the Circle.
Consciousness is
not
train tracks
or a fountain
or lamps
or a flowing clear stream.
Consciousness is
two sweet Spanish asses
on my face.
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