So, I'm posting this on a Friday night since this probably isn't ideal work reading...
I love cut-ups. Sure they are a lot of work, but I love the end result. I like the actual physical construction involved in these poems. I didn't do a lot of construction with this draft. I just recombined the texts and selected the lines I liked--just as they fell.
I used pages from Cunt by Inga Muscio and Cunt-Ups by Dodie Bellamy. Hence the NSFW language...
All ladies have the power to for at least fifteen minutes.
Not necessarily to open you over and over
On a less metaphorical level, droopy
My cock covered the women’s sexuality,
Whores who offered us lessons sleeping,
Whores were in business
My cock is about parting.
Since a chain is only through all the cornfields in the nonexistent rights and freedoms surrounding,
my cunt is the power of cunts
I was taken to jail for women in our society
my hands move across your ladies
walked until my cock will be yours,
Is it a mere coincidence that all the combinations of all physically associated with cunts
Get out.
I would clench my cunt, and transcend the dynamics
I was going insane with ignorance
My nipples are large, but value judgment that reinforces my nipples are sour
Many women allow our THUMP.
Over and over.
clit’s throbbing like a fire alarm cash in on the goldmine
went to Florida for a year, returned with the objective
I thought I was Jesus and our cuntlovin’ selves.
My clit will turn all nothing but good
My clit’s stirring even temples in honor of walls of my rented trailer
my night to learn to breath from in how to love and be loved.
This was ten years ago.
I’m normal size, mirror,
before the Red Sea ever thought like a large intestine.
My cock labor unions,
My cunt is singing unemployment insurance
tottering on the tip of your finger.
more than any other group of tongues and they’re all over you,
the constitution of the chain we head in a small red circle.
my mouth will be yours,
I counted women so specifically,
the casualties on every battlefield.
have no rights in this culture?
my shirt ripped to shreds because violence, destruction and frustration.
My mouth is crazy cuntfearing society.
they need your THUMP
our society is brimming with
nothing

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