Screams from the Lords of Entropy

poem jw has claws

if it isnt round
it isnt sound
your proposition
in this position
is quite preposterous
large plecostomous
sucking algae
sucking my ample
ground round
sucking the breath from
loud mounds
oh john
this is a public safety concern to be sure


poem i'm in the mood (pony)

that's no prude pony

waters are invasive true
there inside of trees too
they're inside your trees two

perhaps we'll have to give this one special attention

you don't have to take the plunge
matt and i shall take up sponge
and scrub away the leafy grunge

ahhh the feelling of clean balls after a long day


poem another one for matt

little deaths in your depths
the breadth of your breath
across my chest in silky rest
what exhaled fluids upon me blessed
dear prince breathless flexed
and red flesh wrecked
inside our
castle
of
foam


poem home at DENNIS COOPER's blog

rude pony come on man come on you don't want that
dude, pony just give it a try you may like it
squeak
ok i'll write poems for your vaginas,
queerano de bergerac
but i get to touch it
the pinacle of evolution
to live, yet to die
to touch your balls

misa make us moist and meerly mention your manly musk
into us trust
and join the mound of bathtime males
in tangled trysts
in steamy mists

matty dont go silent
oh btw hot water is
languid and fun
and droplets run
down your back
and smooth nut sack
and your hair will be wet anyways
and we'll stay bathed for days
who will care
inside OUR lair