to take this shape, imagine kneeling down
inside of yourself, forearms braced against
muddy stable floor, neck craning roofward,
straw on skin as a down of matted hair.
now offer up your pale moon of an arse
once again — you cum drenched bastard, you spare
among heirs, you piggy thing perched on elbows,
servant-king of masochism. all this
for the crumbs at the banquet of asgard,
the bin-end of affection moldering
in odin’s waterless blind-eye. he dreams
you splayed in supplication, prey’s fearful
flicker writ across your face — allfather,
please — breeds you like a bitch for a new horse.
Travesties is currently on hiatus, but there are still devils and delights to be discovered...
various fire starters lined up in a disorderly fashion by Liam Strong
even the snow / has barbs / dmitri / if you invert our bed / sheets you make another / cavern
Selenelion – poems by J.B. Calf
Morning above your mattress. Air conditioner hum. Noir shadows to the popcorn ceiling.
a night at the substation by AJ Urquidi
behold sludging up the desert boulevard a bus with its sole passenger
yr leaven me soaken, shiveren, tryen to build order thru the backstroke of time’s arrow. conversion narratives seethed my mind – testimonies, antinomies, synthesis into the herd, within thine flock. sometimes shepherds disappear in common pasture & sometimes shepherds need the comfort of the sheep.
at 16, most guys jack off in the woods / at 16, fucking me is almost like fucking a corpse by tommy wyatt
i jacked off to DMs from J talking about kink
Brief Tale of a Tongue by [sarah] Cavar
The Operator sewed a mouth. I don't know the woman whose mouth it was, but I know she was chalky and hollow in all the ways I had once wished to be.
You Can Call Me That – poetry and art by Ripley Hush
Spill onto me
