you are my father
I wait for the magnetism
Our gazes germinate
Avalanche of breaths
Buries the phallus
I have no ancestor
Our current fills the porch
And the question that emerges
Per moment
Call me babe
These barbecue meat games
23 years ago you are conceiving me
Whiffing your nearest set of armpits
I betray my material
Emulsified
in the Genesee river
My discontinuous bod
dudestyle
Slipping through the sieve of crowds
Garbage wind
But how will I be a baseball hole
twunk dicksleeve
fitted hat pitstrap
squats
Sniff my pig quadrant
you different broseph
I teem with succ fluid
At the coney island
I process my special milk.
Pineapples for self-image
I can’t abide a meager load
I bring you home
to my bromance cave
Daddy’s Dick-scented candle
you love me in front of the playstation
Leave your air jordans on
Jacob Brooks is a poet and communist based in Philadelphia. His chapbook ARTPORN (2016) is published by Citizen of the World. Find him on Twitter @skinandimpulses. |