Tim Barrus: Tied Tight In Your Skin
we cum here with our work/
we call it the hot seat because that is where the poets among us, which means everyone, arrive to sit and read their work/ and it is work, often, it is a lot of work, we see poets in the context of a naked slavery, and that is the thing about being naked, and everyone can see you, and your erection, as you read to those of us in the circle around you, and there you are, all of you, tied tight in your skin, in the reverberating hammer that is your cock you are seeking that craving for allegiance, and you have seized the reins/ usually with words, with the sting of it, a whip resonates with a tenderness and pain/ and that is the thing about being a slave to what you do, and do, and do again/ cutting off the head of the dragon, and owning exile, you will be consumed by fire in your witchery as you scream out to the normals who have tied you to this post where you will fry as you disappear into the corresponding holes of a darkened swirling sky/ and then, and only then, and then you have our permission to cum as if it were a theft/