Diani (Round 2)

Let’s workshop this poem (a personal fav!) about a man who, by some pheromone or vibration, keeps attracting Gen-Z potheads who like to be choked—choked seemingly for a taste of some private Eden.

Aug 18, 2023

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Diani

I draw mainly those
Yes-Daddy blacks 
(tomboys barely-twenty, 
tar-lipped bluntheads)

who, far from aping
Pornhub, really do crave 
rough chokes to the brink: 
orgiastic irises

rolled back into secret
spheres, bullring nostrils
flaring in the closure
of consciousness.

This poem is unpublished

Diani (Round 2)

Let’s workshop this poem (a personal fav!) about a man who, by some pheromone or vibration, keeps attracting Gen-Z potheads who like to be choked—choked seemingly for a taste of some private Eden.

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