Excerpt
YOU ARE AMPLIFIER
I hope this don’t sound
nothing like a prison love
letter, but I wanna play with
your microphone, sing
Something Else by The Kinks
from beginning to end
into your red red knees
& when I’m finished I’ll be
your fuckin bass drum &
you can kick out the side
of my head, then cradle me
baby rabbit-like, all Jackie O
how goddamn sweet is that
how killer would that be?