Too Much Flesh and Jabez II
__________________
“Anthropologists tell us
incestuous siblings must
be encoded by the tribe as
either sacred or profane,
as gods or pariahs.”
—Edmund White, “Thoughts
on White on Black on Whites,”
The Burning Library
I was a jealous—
And fickle older brother
Like Cain and Mabel
Brother-to-brother—
So tres stra8t on the outside
So white trash inside
Nocturnal boyfriend—
Boy-creature of the grotto
I got him each night
______________________
“sexual obsession
with blacks”
—Edmund White, “Thoughts
on White on Black on Whites,”
The Burning Library
Releasing a flood—
A stream of forbidden cum
I’d like gag on it
It was loveless sex—
Other than just a blowjob
Since junior high
White on black on white—
Devoid of brotherly love
Like just business
I pretended that—
I wasn’t in love with him
That was a lie tho
A smudged palimpsest—
By nature I was voyeur
Didn’t miss a trick
I had this desire—
To be him when he lost it
White on black on white
_________________________
“Nabokov once remarked
Freud got it all wrong. It’s
not that we love lustrous
hair and smooth skin—
rather we want to sleep
with it and possess that
hair and skin.”
—Edmund White, “Thoughts
on White on Black on Whites,”
The Burning Library
Fraternal incest—
Like a gay “Ada” novel
That’s what I wanted
Miscegenal love—
Becoming his teen blackness
Snuffing my whitey self
It is pubes and his skin—
In a sexual frenzy losing
Myself all the way
It was buried deep—
All that pimping libido
Negro thanatos
__________________
“Anthropologists tell us
incestuous siblings must
be encoded by the tribe as
either sacred or profane,
as gods or pariahs.”
—Edmund White, “Thoughts
on White on Black on Whites,”
The Burning Library
I was a jealous—
And fickle older brother
Like Cain and Mabel
Brother-to-brother—
So tres stra8t on the outside
So white trash inside
Nocturnal boyfriend—
Boy-creature of the grotto
I got him each night
______________________
“sexual obsession
with blacks”
—Edmund White, “Thoughts
on White on Black on Whites,”
The Burning Library
Releasing a flood—
A stream of forbidden cum
I’d like gag on it
It was loveless sex—
Other than just a blowjob
Since junior high
White on black on white—
Devoid of brotherly love
Like just business
I pretended that—
I wasn’t in love with him
That was a lie tho
A smudged palimpsest—
By nature I was voyeur
Didn’t miss a trick
I had this desire—
To be him when he lost it
White on black on white
_________________________
“Nabokov once remarked
Freud got it all wrong. It’s
not that we love lustrous
hair and smooth skin—
rather we want to sleep
with it and possess that
hair and skin.”
—Edmund White, “Thoughts
on White on Black on Whites,”
The Burning Library
Fraternal incest—
Like a gay “Ada” novel
That’s what I wanted
Miscegenal love—
Becoming his teen blackness
Snuffing my whitey self
It is pubes and his skin—
In a sexual frenzy losing
Myself all the way
It was buried deep—
All that pimping libido
Negro thanatos
___________________
“who knows how much
psychic energy American
whites invest in not
thinking about Blacks?”
—Edmund White, “Thoughts
on White on Black on Whites,”
The Burning Library
Miscegenation—
Is a jealous fickle god
Poisonous rapture
Since Cain and Mabel—
Demon lovers have got off
Killing each other
Holding him tightly—
Strangling his manhood to death
His eyes tightly closed
The veins is his neck—
His jugular bulging out
His face sliding off
The harder he came—
The more forbidden it got
I needed him bad
No one got to see—
Nobody got to know him
Like I got to then
All the way up thru—
High School despite his girlfriends
White on black on white
He dropped outta school—
When he was a cute sophomore
Just-sixteen years old
And then he left me—
Joined the Navy just to get
Fuck away from me
“who knows how much
psychic energy American
whites invest in not
thinking about Blacks?”
—Edmund White, “Thoughts
on White on Black on Whites,”
The Burning Library
Miscegenation—
Is a jealous fickle god
Poisonous rapture
Since Cain and Mabel—
Demon lovers have got off
Killing each other
Holding him tightly—
Strangling his manhood to death
His eyes tightly closed
The veins is his neck—
His jugular bulging out
His face sliding off
The harder he came—
The more forbidden it got
I needed him bad
No one got to see—
Nobody got to know him
Like I got to then
All the way up thru—
High School despite his girlfriends
White on black on white
He dropped outta school—
When he was a cute sophomore
Just-sixteen years old
And then he left me—
Joined the Navy just to get
Fuck away from me
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