welding of the soul. touch this arc-light, heat
on the rim blast bay gal jack the damned mouth

the sores heel dog pity those who must bleat
like sheep when they cum. i’ve gone down, round south

america, round the bend, the glory
and the hole. i’m venus-wise, pricked and pecked.

got scars on thars you wouldn’t believe me
if i showed ya. i’m more bolts than bones. wrecked

as a lover, wrecked as a friend. bragging
is a sign of flaw. the things that they made

me do. flesh let enter nanobot womb.
daughter to rust. son to rot’s fathering

maggots. you say that you want to get laid.
i am the empty chair, the empty room.