rape-mobile (a line-by-line poem by ben and erinrose)

my heart is an unnamed comet

it doesn’t know itself

it wends elliptic, silent, cryptic

on thick boreal shelf

i sometimes call it bill or tom, its

mass white dwarf or elf

a slopped and failing slipped dick

a pale and thin-veined shell
.

for all i know is speed and loss

and uncontrolled release

my abject is my ontic core

of sappy, semen fleece

my jaculate’s an opaque moss,

the twin testes obese

and out in space my heart is sore

from choking carnal geese
.

my tears serve as a basting fat

my ass streams rays of light

and when i bend at waist-mark,

i dream heart-cock in flight

i’m donning but a cockle-hat

to raise my staff each night

i find it better in the dark

to push into the tight