They Said I Was An Anarchist
They said I was an anarchist
when I said there are no rules.
They said I was a criminal
when I said there are no laws.
They said I was a fascist
when I said there are no masses.
They said I was a communist
when I said there is no justice.
They said I was a heretic
when I said there are no gods.
And when I shouted obscenities,
and foamed at the mouth,
and showed them my backside,
and peed on the stage,
they said I was an artist,
and awarded me Second Prize.
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That’s How Much I Love You
Here’s a bracelet, Xinca.
I stole it off a lesbian
on the subway.
That’s how much I love you.
Here’s a pair of glasses, Xinca.
I found them in a gutter,
so try them on.
That’s how much I love you.
Here’s a warm washcloth, Xinca.
Wipe your ass so I can
lick you like a dog.
That’s how much I love you.
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Within The Judge’s Chamber
When I have finished in you,
said the wolf to the lark,
I shall de-cunt and you may
fly away home.
Do not insult me with gossip
or flattery but fly fly away,
leaking boredom by the drop.
When you have finished in me,
said the waitress to the judge,
adjust your robe and cancel out
my name, my memory, my crime.
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Tete-A-Tete
The professor of comparative literature
has read less Sollers and Sarraute
than I have.
I will correct his misunderstandings
just as soon as he’s finished
buggering me.
The gallery owner from Badalona
has hung his ’45 Miro
wrong side up.
I will point this out to him
just as soon as he pulls his
prick out of my mouth.
I take off my clothes,
lie down on my stomach on the leather
couch, and spread my legs.
The Ministerial lawyer has confused
a fine nuance of 15th-century
maritime law.
I will extricate him from his semantic trap
just as soon as ……… oh!
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7 Short Poems from ‘Our Lady Of The Bathroom Stalls’ performance piece’
Ambition
I will skip a stone
all the way to Corsica
and fuck a dozen pirates
between the appetizer
and dessert.
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Revenge
She watches me in the
rearview mirror as I
screw her ex-boyfriend
in the backseat.
She winks and I blow
her a kiss. He groans
like a dying animal.
Ah, sweet revenge.
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Industry
I walked in on my boss
this morning, getting a
blowjob from his secretary
while he played with her
ponytail.
What will it take for you
to keep quiet, he asked me.
Make me your secretary,
I said.
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69
He rests his testicles
either side of my nose,
pumps, and comes.
His head squirms
in the vise of my thighs,
tongue tapping like a
lizard’s amputated tail.
My favorite numbers
have always been odd.
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Fruit
An orange and a pear, peeled.
One is made of veiny segments.
The other is smooth, it pulps
under steady pressure.
Their juices burn when I swallow.
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Souvenir
A white rosary,
warm long jets,
scooped into a handkerchief,
dropped into my
thrift-store purse.
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Faith
My tongue against the
metal screen shoots
poison in his ear.
He gives me back a recipe
for pineapple upside-down cake.
I am set free to come back tomorrow.
To kneel before him and
stick out my purified tongue.