—peg leg, one armed man or
some sort of penile implant
sprouting from your crotch,
you have strange shelter here—
and i am one to watch
i love a good deformity—an eye
patch, a part time job—something wicked
in flesh gone wrong, grab the
sewn celled nub, sweet cob.
hobble hobble, swing the arm
your eyes turn screws round
round, i love a good man
rebuilt after burnt to the ground
tap me with your one good hand
fingerplay me with hot metal
sex, i do small fleshy acrobatics—
you find that metal can flex—
bend, translate heat of freak
into revolutionary freedom,
a scar, pain, suture dotted across
the line, robot fantasies come to life
your broken body, my broken mind
i love a disabled vet, a war torn
warrior, an alcoholic mishap with
toes left tapping the hot wet pavement,
bloody aftermath calls for soothing bath
nurse hands with nurse breasts, nurse
eyes with nursing mouth’s red stain—
pleasure
just the absence of pain