Captured

They pulled me from my bed with strong hands that grasped at my naked body. In a tangled heap, the sheets fell to the floor. Megan had warned me they would come, but I didn't think it would be so soon. A scream escaped my lips, something unhuman and scratchy, my throat already dry and weak. There were three of them - large men in black uniforms. They wore the badge of male dominance - a phallic symbol enclosed within a circle. One of them clasped his sweaty palm over my mouth and shoved it up against my nose. I struggled to breathe. Another bashed his baton against my head and I crumpled.

When I came to, I was riding in the back of a paddy wagon. They had cuffed my hands behind my back and shackled my ankles together as well. With some effort, I managed to push myself into a seated position. The acrid smell of sweat, like old gym socks, surrounded me. I shivered uncontrollably, my whole body shaking. A cool breeze came in through the ventilation holes in the door. It wasn't so much that I was cold, but that I had begun to panic. Who knew would be in store for me when we reached the facility?

To Find That Smooth Line

I fumble for words just below my hurt,
Under scar tissue, sewn in against my skin.
I wish I could sing to you,
Bring a melody to the hard places, the calluses,
Ease away your pain.

Instead, we crack against each other like sandpaper,
Abrasive until we find that smooth line again.

Comfort, warmth, some semblance of a memory,
Saftety in a place all our own,
No longer tainted by the smells of our former selves.

I Know You Desire Me, In a Sexual Way (Pitbull - Deciphered)

Let me laugh at you.
I am a man from Florida and I splice my music together.
Are you aware of South 75th Street Brazil?
This year it will be the location of the largest block party festival.
Let me laugh at you again.

I speak to you in Spanish so you cannot understand.
And this is how I sound cool.

One, two, three, four.
I can count to four.

I am aware that you desire me, in a sexual way.
You are aware that I desire you, in a sexual way.
I am aware that you desire me.
You are aware that I desire you, you are aware.

Allow me to repeat myself, in case you are hard of hearing.
You make me laugh.

One, two, three, four.
Aren't you proud I can count?

I will say dirty things to you in Spanish now.
Do you like my accent?

One, two, three, four.
Hooray!

It is now six 'olock. I can also tell time!
I will refer to myself in the third person because I am drunk.
I will brag about the size of my dick
and that I can sweat like a pig.

I will not stop until I take you with me.
I will drive you in my car while I play with my
body part that rhymes with Hitchcock.

I am aware that you desire me, in a sexual way.

You are aware that I desire you, in a sexual way.
I am aware that you desire me.
You are aware that I desire you, you are aware.

Allow me to repeat myself, in case you are hard of hearing.
You make me laugh so hard.

Are you drunk enough yet to understand my Spanish?
Here, let me buy you another drink.

One, two, three, four.
Yay, I can still count!

You have a butt like a donkey or a monkey,
And that's a compliment in Florida.
Welcome to my house.

Here we will do x-rated things
I will only refer to in passing
so they can still play this on the radio.

I am aware that you desire me, in a sexual way.

You are aware that I desire you, in a sexual way.
I am aware that you desire me.
You are aware that I desire you, you are aware.

Allow me to repeat myself, in case you are hard of hearing.
I am still laughing at you.

I will treat you like a baby and take you into my custody.
You can stay at my house or my condo.
You can lay on my king-size mattress
and I will  molest you there.

I will keep repeating myself until you come with me.
You had better come with me before I count to four.

One, two, three...

The Things I Ate

A raw hotdog with the skin peeled off.
Soggy cheerios in front of Saturday morning cartoons.
Rock soup cooked in a big pot, a mineral taste.
Acorns crushed by passing cars.
Inside the milky stem of a dandelion.
Purple petals pushed aside for hidden nectar.
Sap seeping from a tree.
A fly cooked into a blueberry pudgy pie.
Oyster crackers soaking up soup.
A gobstopper that made me choke.
Meat hidden in my napkin.

Shared Dream

What electric shock rocked your cock
When I slid into her slit
And pounded out a music
I had never heard before or since?

She and I pried at each other's skin
Fluttered frantic kisses over nipples and lips
And then I dug into her, burrowing
Like I had a path laid out already.

Her gasps and whimpers told me
I had found some footing,
Though I stumbled along, unsure and shaking
Just following her shape in the shadows.

And when she collapsed and cracked
Open wider like an egg,
I turned to you again, smiling shyly,
Pretending we had only shared a dream.

An MRI running a memory

Glucose syrup makes parents come to burn.
Here is this, I have a candle.
The dresser with my baby will be in next week's breaking news.

But it's me, Katrina.
Have mercy on my hair.
The beautician tells me her highest moment.
This is a far cry from chillaxin, alright guys?

Looking sick for a jumpy tomorrow.
Check out these nice sheets.

On this year's event page, wear the fancy jealousy.
Exclusive first-look photos of Vincent flirting.
Brittany is giving lingerie to every woman.

Mow the lawn message for Obama.
Trouvaille du jour: a free portrait.

An MRI running a memory
Of your pet prison for shooting him
And one of cognitive at Montreal.

Warm Embrace

You take away my sanctuary,
The one place I could go to recuperate.
He gives it back,
And adds many layers to my security blanket,
A warmth you never even tried to provide.

I once scorned the skies for losing you,
But now I embrace my fate.
After all, what good does it do
To waste my energy on so much hate?