Why masturbate alone

When you can masturbate into someone else?

Why make your tummy viscous with nut

When there’s a container waiting?

Fill your fingers

with constellations of cutting scars

And stimulate your glands

(the old in-and-out)

With her pelvis-bone

and out—into the mirror

To marionette yourself from a blank-lit angle

—and edit, always edit and

Take notes, have a system for these things

paint her face with a rating.

 

Take the feral and the fatal

Undo your beast from its cables

Fuck like a machine, fuck on automatic

Make red-wrist smiles from your habit

Trade the fluids, risk the death

Mark the shots until there’s nothing left.

And have your—

Numb Little Orgasms.

 

Why stay deflated

When you can grow hard with hot gas again?

Why stay taught

When the forgetting is right there, still slick from your last load?

Get yourself there

through screens and stimulation

Spark yourself as fearless as granite

and wave your weapon about

Looking for twats, anuses, hand and foot-digits, maws

to pump your pain into

As the cycle crashes on

over cliffs and down elevator shafts

through apartment-block windows

and off of bridges.

 

Take the feral and the fatal

Undo your beast from its cables

Fuck like a machine, fuck on automatic

Make red-wrist smiles from your habit

Trade the fluids, risk the death

Mark the shots till there’s nothing left.

And have your—

Numb Little Orgasms

again and again.