Illumine

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Robert Rauschenberg, Kickback, 1959.

 

 

You see

an illuminated hourglass.

 

I see

you

held down and red,

a rape reversed,

Riders on the Storm

playing in the background.

I tighten my

black leather strap-on-

all I need is love, bitch.

 

Feel

the slave you never split

rip the wings off your

Day of the Dead

monarchy

like a tangled knot,

making you beg to choke,

heads or tails,

on my rubber barrel.

 

Tell me you want this

blood

running down your legs,

my ritualistic hands

around your neck,

Esperanto,

this one last

burnt offering for

Synagoga.

 

 

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The Ultra Sadists

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Nightmare bringers

force feed me

my latest penance.

 

They are

the rapists who complain

about lack of lubrication,

women-haters,

especially empowered,

outspoken women.

They resent having to

ask our permission,

get our consent.

 

There are still people

who believe women have

rape fantasies.

Some claim women

who speak of being abused

as crazy, manipulative masochists.

Some call victims of sex trafficking

prostitutes and comfort women.

 

Then I fell asleep

and remember everything

except the most

important parts.

 

Even the victims who have,

so-called,

“complied”,

may have been coerced, blackmailed,

extorted, threatened, tyrannized.

 

We who oppose

have our eyes burned out.

 

Of course,

none of this is literal,

it is just a poem about the

abuse,

torturing.

selling,

exploiting,

enslaving,

trafficking

of human beings.

 

It feels so good

that I rage

and I vomit.