By Michael Basinski

At lunch my friend Larry said,
He had a dream
of a girl
With a mile long tit
It comes at me,
He spread his arms wide
Over shoulder
Boulder holder
Release the kraken!
Big as a whale
A melon bus
It comes at me
He
Screamed
I’m defenseless.
A cripple
In front of the oncoming
Nipple
Crushed by a moon
Pinned to my
Night bed
He
Screamed
In the soft moth light
Mouth open to feed
My wanton
Need.

By Michael Basinski

I think I thought
My thoughts
Would be
Enough for me,
For you forever
Just enough forever
Do not forget,
Forgotten I would,
Had been, have
Been your King Tut,
Gluten
I would have been
Your slut

By Michael Basinski

Everyone called her 3 Fingers Sue
Question was, what the fuck happened to those other fingers?
I heard it this way:
She was givin Lumpy a hand job.
He was like big and strong.
Like a football player type
Stupid and big like the gym teachers loved him
And he was real afraid of his mother
So he heard her coming in the door, the mother
And he got so fucking scarred
That he grabbed up his zipper
And opps went the fingers
Flapping around the floor
Like a couple of Jimmy Dean
Pork sausages

By Craig Cotter

I love when young twinks
with oily hormone hair

wear knit caps in summer
to magnify their smell.

— for William Carlos Williams