Liberated Desire Without Sexuality: rather, a label like this [sexuality] is tantamount to flesh without flowing blood.

I’m crushed in the vaginal pleasure of a carcrash, I’m coughing just to feel its rough texture- I’m roughed up. Rubbing my bruised back with peppermint foot cream, I’m ridden roughshod. 
My lover ties me up and fucks his mouth with a shotgun.
They all want me to leave, I know, I’m spitting his mouth full of champagne, I’m beautiful, I’m adored, I’m racist.

My car stalls. I’m tied again, suspended above a creature’s maw- touch the venom! I’m possessed-
White Worm, as he chokes a cross commands me: glittering sky, lovely jesus, red and purple, violent centurions, maim and strip the Nuns
Time to pass out, then Awaken A choir of alarms-

I cannot be punctual, for, 
I have fallen further and further besotted with an american grinning sociopath. And she gets married- not to me- my dear friend dies during the ceremony, and I

Soak myself in the rain
Freeze to the bone
She cannot warm me
Can only stand there grinning and wet.

…’’’…

There are certain words that I find shocking
There are certain visual issues
There are certain concerns I have with naming specific units of measurement
There are issues I have with shower curtains
There are things to be said about certain chicanes.
Certain chicanes in Queens Park &
On the radio 10:47 another chicane
No one remembers what my face looks like
My face was mangled or buried in his:

There’s Nothing that isn’t already present
I’m upsidedown machined on a chicane
I wanna be
Bobby’s girl
upsidedownmachined With you.
have you noticed?