flick of the wrist
ash deposited, almost spent
burnt down and out
add a serrated knife, duct tape, and rope
to the grocery list

oh, my sweet treat
don’t stray too long
hear my confession
flog me with the nine tails
teach me a lesson
guilty with innocence
cured by crimes against humanity
go where the voice leads me
can’t stand on my own two feet
fetishize sleep
rape fantasies
allude to the power of the absolute
don’t care to get laid
like being used like chewing gum
abused the chosen one
the predator in me likes you
gagged and bound
follow the phallus to the root
hollowed out core
cum in me
no stone left unturned
pleasures served

Rucio Panza lives in Iowa in a town along the banks of the Mississippi river.