backstreet      godgone      pitchnight     tenderness sweeps away from this city’s dent      the crevice in a wall      smelling cumbreath and bleach       knelt to summergrift        taking this the landscape where your subject is formed       like a backslid genesis       genetic code spilling down the throat      where is gender now?       power in his hands        each muscle :: nerve :: neuron :: thought       electric      is this patriarchy at its base?       an alkaline hazing        mouth on mouth on mouth on       like some sodomised family tree        anxious or avoidant       fawn in the garden one summer when he       when you       descendancy horizontal like it was never meant to be          utopic        you once thought        now trophic       in his lightwrung eyes      men like it when you suck them and look there, right?      allotments of shame        rimbaud talks to you        raillery or terror that lasts a minute        or entire months            the world alleyweighed and fucked        seconds drip down your neck       and he leaves        no archive of the psychosexual       these crimson glints in identity       the taste of a bad dream