hardcore porn
hardcore porn
by jc bouchard
the blooms under
your arms
keep you up
but i can see them
dying scourges of
pollen cocking
their guns again
to which
plumes of pedals
push you up
over the ceiling
it’ll take me
forever to
wipe clean the yellow
from your lips
we deep kiss
the nectar
to each others
mouths
like hardcore porn
where the ceiling
replaces the sky
your cankers taste
like menstrual blood
the blooms are
buckling pillars
but my hands
under the small
of your back
have a million
fingers for you
to suck on
This poem is ok, but the lines “like hardcore porn / where the ceiling / replaces the sky” are pretty damn good.
thanks for reading the poem