I.
money has its sticky fingers in everything
thinking of riding the noise waves
until full _DISTORTION_ in my gut
the quality of full sun on bright
colored paint i can’t explain
the richness of it if you’ve never
seen it it’s just so
bright & final
when it falls it very
never come back up
we’re all not so sure of it
there’s all this drama wrapped up
in each & every gesture
the textures of that
limp wrist against red shadow
against thick layers of leather
& sweat & skinskinskin sitting
next to me it’s all so bright
heightening levels @ which u
thought u could see something
before I’m not sure you could
& neither are u
II.
interlocking industry / widening scope
of desire & vision
the space queers hold
for each other
is fucking
epic
i’m so lucky
to be a full on freak
amongst
the queers the rebels the miscreants
the leather clad & cum covered
the levels can always be boosted
but c'mon don’t blow me out
just yet
it’s still early
the sun’s barely crested on
this jetset & i’m hungry
for something dark
dangerous glamorous
the type of sustenance
that feeds the beast of
queer collectivity
we all have it
snapping @ the surface
pusing vains @ the clips of
piercing eye contact
craving it all / the w/hole
world on its knees
ready 2 fuck
in one massive
knot
until we run
out of limbs
& prosthetics
to fuck w
& we consume
it all
each an every inch of
fleshsweat
so hungry to feel
an extension of
ourselves
out of winding
singularity
so close at
the edge of touch
@ the edge of
rupture
so full of desire
each one of us
ever fulfilled
wanting so
so fucking bad
that unimaginable
expansivity
we approach night
after
unfilled night
we approach
a queerness
in public
that stays
shameless
& not a
cop in sight
not a goddam
cop in sight
night after night
not a cop in sight
day after day
not a cop in sight
say it with me
actually
no
make it with me
until this
monologue fades
from fantasy
& becomes
quotidian
just another day
in liberation
headlight don’t matter
when they light
the stage
make it
with me