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sticky trinity

26 Monday Nov 2012

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I have gone down on Christ of the Phallus.
I have sucked dry the Lord of Divine Hosts.
Let men brag about conquests. When Jesus
came he filled my mouth with the Holy Ghost’s
jizm. When he dribbled absinthe across
his god-like cock I prayed to the wild green
fire in its crystal shrine, Fairy-fuck sauce,
as I licked each massive ball squeaky clean.
Absinthe makes the heart grow fonder. Hashish
and bath house gangbangs made for great threesomes,
sticky trinity. We were stoned, puckish,
immaculate. We were smutty pilgrims.
We found, between a prophet’s cock and ass,
all of faith sleeping in an absinthe glass.

cum shaped like tears

08 Thursday Mar 2012

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[for Hart Crane]

Allow me, love, to let go of your hands.
The way you walked to the rail, dropped your coat,
and jumped. Your love, like your poems, demands
so much, but I’m a lazy boy. You wrote
because of the pubic hairs I sent you.
You wrote that my dried cum was shaped like tears.
Then why? You could have called me your nephew,
your rent boy, your love. We could have spent years
making a life of liquor, barebacking
and odes work. Ink in my mouth. Tell me why
you did not wait. Once I’d have tried, grabbing
your hand, to hold you back – but no, goodbye,
let go, the void calls. Fall. It’s my belief
that I must let go with my cum called grief.

ode à homens velhos, que chupar colhoes

29 Friday Apr 2011

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Avôs de Viados,
falo da tua geração.

Eu sou delicadas, mas você me salvou com braços paternos me estrangulariam.
As pessoas tentam você colocar pra baixo, mas …

como Mae West disse:
“um bom homem
é difícil de encontrar,
mas um homem duro
é bom de encontrar.”

Em tua lábios
— esporra, xixi, baba —
Vamos chamar esse escuro amor.
Você admira meu amor
e que você admira meu colhoes.

In English:

Grandfathers of Faggots,
I speak of your generation.

I’m sensitive, but you saved me with fatherly arms that would strangle me.
People try to put you down, but …

As Mae West said:
“a good man
is hard to find,
but a hard man
is good to find.”

On your lips
– cum piss drool –
Let’s call this dark love.
You admire my love
and you admire my balls.

barebacking

29 Friday Apr 2011

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Eles dizem, eu sou

o melhor jóquei da cidade.

E equitação é uma arte

da meia-noite hora.

Uma hora mais tarde:

eu posso ensinar você

truques novo. E mais

uma hora: vamos vitória

corridas cada noite toda com

o meu esporão e chicote.

In English:

They say I’m the best jockey in town. And riding is an art of the midnight hour. An hour later, I can teach you new tricks. And one more hour after: every night we will win races with my spurs and whip.