Recipe for Chai-Infused Vodka

Think of infusing as a Cinderella story:

1 bottle of vodka

It’s just before midnight so it’s totally fine

to sneak a shot of the top and start from the bottom shelf

2 tablespoons loose leaf darjeeling tea

You wouldn’t show up to the ball in a bag dress

so neither should your tea

2 star anise

Every Cinderella has stepsisters integral to the plot

threatening to take over the ball if not kept in check

1 tablespoon peppercorns

Impossible to overlook, the see-through shoes

bring us closer to resolution and sparkle with originality

5 slices fresh ginger

Look, you can’t make a rotting pumpkin

into a serviceable carriage or add fire with candy

2 cracked cardamom pods

Prince Charming has never looked so good

adding authenticity as only heroes can

1 vanilla bean sliced in half lengthwise

The mice and birds might not be necessary

but are your friends through and through

Mix together with 500 years of variation

Let moral lessons sit for 3-5 days

Strain out misogyny and solids

Serve chilled.

Not intended for children.

In search of NSA fun (m4m)

I know you've been watching everything I do.

So why don't you come over

and we can play?

You know all the things I like to look at

like pictures of cats and cartoons and recipes.

I’m long, and I’m strong

and I’m down to the get the friction on

SJW ISO same.

No FBI or CIA, computer virus-free only.

Just want to have some quick, clean fun.

Keyboard mashing

I wrote a text message with my toes

and sent it to my lab partner from freshmen year.

It read "aanfgls."

Their reply ("Who is this?")

came as no surprise.

It just wasn't the same after I spilled

the bottle of diluted acetic acid

on their lab coat.

The Prostate Poems Part 5

The Prostate Poems I-XXVI

XXVII.

the first pains of inexperience

give way to excitement

only returning on the morrow

XXVIII.

You did it right

You did it slow

Now do it once more

XXIX.

it’s right there,

so often ignored

found with purpose

by knowing hands,

exploring hands

XXX.

blessing to the sodomites

for finding their source

XXXI.

I press

a thumbprint scanner

of biological design

the beep-beep reaction

music to my ears

XXXII.

screams ripped

from somewhere deeper

than your throat

XXXIII.

Churning makes this cream into butter

molecules excited

rearranging into new patterns

Towel count

It's endless, mindless.
Folding half, in half, in half again.
But there's something soothing
about 200 towels
fluffy and white.
Sweat.
They make you sweat
and then collect it into
the very fabric of their being.
Fresh, their static shock becomes
a lover's kiss
from the dimension of missing socks;
their warmth a hug
from kling-klang wombs.
Their ivory towers
built in Pisa
mock gravity before succumbing
to the allure of bodies in motion.

The Prostate Poems Part 4

Prostate Poems I-XVII

XVIII.

the build

to contraction

travels ever outward

XIX.

there is no pull internal

except that which focuses

and obliterates

XX.

velvet-tickled tissue

constitutes the barrier wall

the most direct access

never sees the light of day

XXI.

the silent child

in adulthood bears

to distant grounds

seeds

XXII.

urethral envelopment

in advanced growth

restricts passage

XXIII.

let’s not dance around the opening

and instead delve head-first

for the sweet spot

XXIV.

accessory organ

bound in supporting fascia

unchained in bliss

XXV.

in the space before

where only after effects are known

attention draws

XXVI.

feel me, fools

for I am resplendent

in your pleasure

502

Decomposing into couches

we’ve entered a true state of vegetation,

the interlocking smoke rings a green chain hanging.

Warped by the reality of 300 years of history

whose chains won't go away;

they’re melted and reworked

into handguns and zip ties,

metal bars and handcuffs.

This green has a history of its own,

a history of demonization.

It is a mythology laced with invisible truths

with something more chronic than short term memory loss.

These victories capitalize on a luxury

ignorant of the years of tireless action behind it.

This victory has deeper satisfactions than

the slowing inhale off a freshly loaded bowl.

The voice you’re hearing is complicit, stoned in solidarity

from the comfortable privilege of collegiate vice.

Once locked in this couch by complacency,

now freed by the voices clamoring for justice.

So yes, initiative is an apt word

though motivations might be suspect

and information, it frees your mind

when all we’re ever told was meant to keep us docile.