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6x6x6 – Piss and Epistemology

February 12, 2010

This may be the last poem in the 6x6x6 series. I need to work on something less sinister and angry for a while. These poems are seriously fucking with my head. I should have a chapbook of 18 of the poems assembled here shortly (6 x 3, it makes sense I guess).

I hope you’ve all enjoyed them ;)


Piss and Epistemology

Totally bummed out there,
blissfully unaware
of the Global South, by
now Annie can drop out
bowls of logs on the spot,
roughly rubbing on the

bloody stumps of her thighs.
God please don’t smack… this is
the exquisite pleasure.
The answer was to be
born with a gentle prick
in anguish as global

citizens, protesting
their lack of means.  Annie
breathed out, like a spigot
and permanent, having
sex, she was forced to pay
higher hospital costs

provided the Bourgeois
will keep on schedule.  It
turns you on.  You’re not just
the toilet, hair parted
in something that passed for
lunch, their scorched corpses, I

want some pictures, said Tom.
One shot, early in the
gang bang: their hard lumpy
shit as a sex toy, the
hot piss shot in david’s
mouth after the guys’ cum.

He won’t be ok, the
horse cock pounding into
his ass.  Old, both rich and
musky like horse cum, boy,
a world steeped in piss and

One Comment leave one →
  1. chadahardy permalink
    February 12, 2010 8:45 pm

    This one is especially debaser, but the title gets me every time.

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