The Love Gun

The walls become porous
Quivering pinpricks of red against waxpaper white
Skin

Lips, by the hundreds
Beckon, curse, suck, pucker, scream, purse
Pulpy and red

Quivering
It’s time for them to feed.

Yesterday, they were eyes
Staring at me; I stabbed them straight out, they bled
And
Now this

I slipped one a microdot
Watched it dissolve on her tongue like a communion wafer
The cute pair, just for kicks

Now there’s drool on the floor
But the doors locked
It would’ve opened by now

Its breathing hard, wants to cum
In
Just a turn of the knob

Insertion, assimilation, satiation, titillation
Whore
Hey lover, look at me

A degenerate meme.
Monsters, agents of torment from a new mindless age
Words... assault me

An ocean of humanity, one and a half inches deep
Lays siege to my mind
Stroking it ever so softly

I met Lilith once
Under a cold fluorescent light, in the street; he even had
Tits

Hermaphrodite that she is
Licking her lips, squeezing his swollen chest
Now I ask you

Do I put the pistol in my mouth
Or
Nonsense, that’s all this is.