Young Mean Blond<\/p>\n
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The fall is an extension of the somersault, my itch<\/p>\n
is at the part of my back I can\u2019t reach and you can.<\/p>\n
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Blind me and I\u2019ll ignore my handicap<\/p>\n
come strut into your shower, neons<\/p>\n
gay and hearty. Lift me your chin. I can\u2019t<\/p>\n
chase sex with language. Log Cabin Janus\u2019 coterie of birds flap<\/p>\n
in a cage dropped from the bridge into the river mourning in<\/p>\n
sunglasses and gin.<\/p>\n
When your dream thaws you\u2019ll say you thought you had to.<\/p>\n
I aim the rain as it plips the stumps and torques the river. Desire, unprecedentable, catches me out on my tether wherever he goes. Would you take me<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
on your houseboat<\/p>\n
lotion up my crack? Let\u2019s relax your shoulders<\/p>\n
by cradle or by crow. I’ll turn you back into a stand of silver birch<\/p>\n
to rule the Valley of the Idea. Whom else can you attend, crown<\/p>\n
reject?<\/p>\n
_______________<\/p>\n
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Desirable in a Shipmate<\/p>\n
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To stack the deck for my goals<\/p>\n
I assemble men to whom fluency\u2019s<\/p>\n
attractive and cocksureness is lure. To pick my stud<\/p>\n
in terms of raw numbers<\/p>\n
I\u2019m thinking snow<\/p>\n
is a perfect example though once I pick I need<\/p>\n
only one good bonfire to create intimacy.<\/p>\n
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In any circus my favorite is the gymnast<\/p>\n
bent the way I want. I\u2019ll staple a kite tail to you,<\/p>\n
swallow you like a saucer, like I have swallowing<\/p>\n
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been assigned.<\/p>\n
Your tackling me sets in motion<\/p>\n
the circuitry of blood meant for my dick meanwhile my grandmothers<\/p>\n
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get out their daguerreotypes. My grandmothers have<\/p>\n
a collection. See this Adam\u2019s apple, they coo, is yours<\/p>\n
even close? I think as I swallow, Is it the broom or its closet<\/p>\n
that smells like a rabbit hutch?<\/p>\n
_______________________<\/p>\n
Dunbar\u2019s Number<\/p>\n
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Thorough as anything physical distance can\u2019t exclude or answer<\/p>\n
a phylogenetic chart for eyes is nothing like the experience of sight.<\/p>\n
Barbed wire melts almost visible when it\u2019s looked through. Like a blanket<\/p>\n
you\u2019re upstairs and on the bed raring<\/p>\n
Let\u2019s go. I apologized for the thong-shaped damp spot masturbation left<\/p>\n
and which stayed in the humidity for hours. A lap<\/p>\n
isn\u2019t a lap if it hasn\u2019t been sat on and pleasure<\/p>\n
isn\u2019t planned. We\u2019ve become blind in so many<\/p>\n
wary ways. Refusing myself \u201cobligatory\u201d jealousy is my pleasure<\/p>\n
built like a longhorn our pleasure touches.<\/p>\n
Any more than<\/p>\n
one hundred fifty is abstract to us, like a faraway cadence.<\/p>\n
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Young Mean Blond The fall is an extension of the somersault, my itch is at the part of my back I can\u2019t reach and you can. Blind me and I\u2019ll ignore my handicap come strut into your shower, neons gay and hearty. Lift me your chin. I can\u2019t chase sex with language. Log […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1,2],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-3434","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized","category-things"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thisissporkpress.com\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3434","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thisissporkpress.com\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thisissporkpress.com\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thisissporkpress.com\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thisissporkpress.com\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=3434"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/thisissporkpress.com\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3434\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thisissporkpress.com\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=3434"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thisissporkpress.com\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=3434"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thisissporkpress.com\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=3434"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nJohn Myers lives in Missoula, MT. His first manuscript was recently selected as a finalist for publication by Omnidawn Books, and his poems are forthcoming in Handsome<\/em>.<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"