I Can Do
I can do
No womyn can
No Eliot Pound neither
Screwing the Ginsberg up the ass
Because no womyn can
She ain’t no LGBTQ+++
Just a womyn tits’n’ass
Hole in her heart and crotch
Don’t yell at me
I’m the poet here the one where there’s no truth but only narrative and how dare you
Except meaning be in turquoise and blare and asparagus and don’t make me get into quantum physics
Because I can and you can’t
The wave collapse function and the particles womyn never feel except inside their don’t use the awful word cunts
As a world of wants
Which are the whole center of quantum mechanics the hole that has to be filled
How the universe got made
Only not by ejaculation of god but fertilization of waiting seed
You thinking I can’t be poeticalacious
Born that way
I used Vergil as Greek text in the ends of things that didn’t matter
What I know you don’t
Synesthesia is epiphany is serendicity is divinity
Myths are real
The sirens puncture the man
He hears sees tastes the womyn of a lie
And so he lusts to die
Until he ties himself to the mast
I no longer bleed fear desire ache
Age is my new attire
Mind of mine losing memory without regret
Names gone but other senses live
Scent of mother waterways lovers churches paintings symphonies womyn’s voices
Been inside all
Been inside all the places they want I want
Where we came from
And still need the breast
We can’t have
But have learned not to need
Anymore
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