Erotic verse repair --- "It's so fucking twisted"

Lustspiel has unearthed John Washington King, the San-Francisco-based muscular man of poetry, and asked him to spearhead a new literary movement, the VERSE REPAIR MOVEMENT. Handsome, skinny, sparkling John is asked to take a poem of our (your) choice and improve on it, no expenses spared.

So, here goes. Let us know your thoughts, there are many more candidate poems out there. Millions, possibly.


It's so fucking twisted,
You know.
The whole thing.
You fall in love,
And you fall.
You crash,
Your bones break.



You're fucked one last time,
As he whispers in you ears,
And kisses your neck,
And everything matters.



Then he's gone,
Smell,
Sight, 
Sound,
Vision,
Jizz,
Stink,
He's gone. 



You're crying in your car,
If you own one,
(Your car),
At (im)possible hours (crying) (you),
After sunrise,
In the empty (parking) space,
 That we used before.


His old T-shirt holds your bones together,
For now,
While he takes his time,
And his leave.



Here's the source, the original poem (by a seemingly anonymous author), have a look.



John W. King teaches forensics and negotiation at San Francisco State University. He's infamous.



Comments

  1. love the poem and the pics (from Belami)

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    1. Have a look here, where you can see the original "poem": https://gayflashfiction.com/2018/11/11/the-verse-repair-movement-its-so-fucking-twisted-by-john-w-king/

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