Mise en Scene

At the wretched gathering
in the line for free oblivion
I shall catch your eye
and engage you in a conversation
that has been pre-recorded
in front of a live studio
audience.

Oh, yes. I’ve been this way
many times in many guises
and you are a convenience:
a cock with a face I’ll choose
not to retain in my overcrowded
memory.

This scene was scripted without you.
Cast in the role of bit player
where only the right bits matter
and at first you’ll think
you’ve died and gone to heaven.
Because you’ve never met
someone this hungry
before.

I’ll fuck you like a car crash
wrecking myself against
your institutional flesh walls
and you’ll mistake my anger
for passion or lust engendered
by the size your dick or your deft
technique.

Only when I’ve lulled you
into a sense of smug virility,
only once you’re considering
the letter you might compose
and submit to Penthouse
will I tell you to grow some balls
and hit me.