from SEXYRUBIES666
What’s left after work and after school
The half-froze sandwich in a minifridge stuck
~ w e e m b r a c e ~ our middles around percolating
Love for soup or fat fucking snowflakes
Flaking the fuck down we are butternut squashed
Slept & fucked all day to be inside you
Or gently lilt from sweaty outlined sheets butter
Fly a surgical tube from my head rubbering
I AM GOING THRU ~sOMeTHiNG~
Yr kidney runs intertwined in the silvery mess
Of lily cylinders move upwards to fall in love above
A bike bar in Arkansas or by a superfund site
On South Hill in Ithaca when you wake
I will wake I will wear your collar
~~~
I will wake I will wear your collar
I will swallow elderfinger at opium fisting dawn
Sobs rupture the tender crest of driveway
Hold my sweating hand to please with ferns
Swallow ~ w e a r e b i r d s ~ to peel you
Cried loudly having not seen stars
Grow lines inside a Zyn pouch left behind
Words swum like a maggot into mine ear
My toe turned purple when I woke
A TELEPHOTO LENS ADORNED WITH CUM
And clouds were real on the other side
The glass frosts over I hear you rumble
Ice loudly expands when you open your mouth
I swam happily naked in the backyard pool
~~~
I swam happily naked in the backyard pool
Held the rope of time spooling / Emptied Itself
Like a takeout container refracting blue microplastic
Bound your body to mirrorteeth of nipple gently swaying
Ankles shaking felt dyed black fibers
DISEMBOWELED WATER MY EYE SHUDDER’D
BOUND the stairwell opened moon of seaglass mounds
~ f e l t ~ interior water ~ f E L t ~ your cervix city pulsing
BOUND sauna of anguish after work is more
Unending orgasm of work archival urban dirt
I want to fuck you in the supply closet
Of a five-star restaurant
I love you on private property’s margin
By a pool of blood and pig’s fresh head
~~~
By a pool of blood and pig’s fresh head
I hold the rope I give myself sloppy head
Swiss cheese of head lettuce smushed
Sofa cerebellum reflecting oracular emptiness or else
Vanilla yoghurt spilled the rope I lick
The lily blossoms fast from my monolithic spine
I’m in control I’m in my mouth
Of granite anal star distends I hold the rope
Thickening winter fibrous goo of sound
I drip herpetic fingers outspreaded tender
Swampish movement head in mossy sheets
I’M IN CONTROL I HOLD THE ROPE a room hollowed
Swallowing raw beef in glassy life of movement
Spectre of love hanging held your body
~~~
Spectre of love hanging held your body
When I hold the rope the meadow opened
Forearm leaks wingbeat rain brought fresh coffee
Hairs interlocking Latinate yolksak contraction
IN MY HEAD I’M AT HOME INSIDE YR HOLES
Sing bristled scoop or starlingsewn to the bathroom wall
Or snowy window seminal sac of bratty VHS static
To hold you down or else be held in optical nerve
Hanging hung tetanic gem-like contraction
A SYNTAX OF FREEDOM rain & fingering crime
Swallow’d hindgut sexting rectal head I sing the reflex
Cites open, pigeons beat through snow
I love you am thirsty & deliriously sick
The password to the meadow was SexyRubies666
~~~
The password to the meadow was SexyRubies666
My love was an international luxury lifestyle brand
With furious investors, sucked off the server farm
Vultures swallowed firebrats are “wingless, soft-bodied insects”
BEING / BOUND / / A / WAY / OUT it was fetid crime! menace! rats!
Bloodpus infesting carhood chest sternal undone chassis
Fish morphology rectal insect physiology
Unbound from time & bound to you
Unbound from time & bound to love internal princess
Dresses tactile letters cosmic Lego detritus
Love underfoot suffering underfoot lung failure to
Sustain anything more than a vibrant minute I can’t
Keep it with me for ecstasy alcoholism or suicide
For I can’t keep it with me
~~~
I can’t keep it with me I will be soon
Thirty-four and fucking hot fucking
Addicted to fucking and alcohol feeling
Blue thicket of pigeon behavior feeding thumbs
Of ORNERY LOVEEEE gonadal secretion ribs loveeee press constantly
Poetry is time theft of pressing loss in my own body
Ennui of fluorescent light depleted fluid
Shitting one ring backward flick destabilized internal
Temporal fingers throbbing inside feeding
Rewarded with grain induced aggression
Separating dimensional folds in chronically orange light
My labial fern my discharge pattern
Eyes leak cum I’m a fucking baby
Took a picture of myself I saw my self
~~~
Took a picture of myself I saw my self
Disentangle OPENING OF THE FEELD forgot
My daughter’s pink snowboots at daycare
Again it’s so fucking hard I PICK IT UP to write
For milky colostrum plate glass transparent
Food system neon light of PLEASURE FOR EVERYONE
IMMEDIATELY NOW panicking FIRE
Of what’s on the other side of a manic episode
Fewer poems stuck in the thicket licking weed
We can’t get out of latex silk milk or leather trying
I LOVE YOU SO MUCH I COULD JUST DIE
I love you more than the squirrels eating
Each other puking freaking copulating fast
In the corrupting light of the morning moon
∩
Marty Cain is the author of three books of poetry and hybrid writing—most recently, The Prelude (Action Books, 2023). Individual works appear in Denver Quarterly, Best American Experimental Writing, Poetry Daily, Annulet, mercury firs, and elsewhere. He holds an MFA from the University of Mississippi and a PhD from Cornell University. Currently, he is at work on a scholarly monograph about rural poetic community. He co-edits Garden-Door Press and works for Cornell University Library in Ithaca, New York.