Gordon Massman
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Misogynists and man-haters make the greatest lovers,
sex maniacs hammering partners in sticky sweat, ripped,
grooved, defined, rock-hard iron-pumpers, sweat band,
lipstick, glittery laces, sharp cruel faces, after narcissistic
seduction wrathfully coupling in swank apartments
secretly loathing each other, genitals blunt instruments,
Dick despising mother vivisects lover with objectification,
tight cunt, etc., while Prissy sucking cock fantasizes
secreting acid, goddamn rapacious controlling bastards
plowing flesh with serrated edges, making deals by
cellphone, each compulsively wishes to exterminate
the opposite gender which is why male-bashers and
misogynists make the best lovers, precision, position,
technique, timing working bodies like Snap-on
tools, the just-right fitting and grip, brilliant accuracy,
ball bearings floating in sealed encasement, master-
ful performance including the invidious climactic
blather, man-haters beyond reproach with silicon
tits, and irresistible misogynists with fascinating
collections: immaculate complete sets in velvet-lined
boxes, engraved, authenticated, or meticulously
pinned under glass display case, superior, lethal,
perfectionistic and sleek, deceptively gentle demeanor
and empathetic expression, I remember particulars
of my fabulous fascism, savoring domination with
military exactness, my penis a shiv thrust into
mother, stabbing and stabbing, her orgasmic squeal
a capitulation, and they sectioning me like butcher’s
meat-map, tenderloin, rib eye, New York Strip which
with whetted blades they devoured like father, that
incalculable monster, spittle and fist, unable to love
women, before my heart burst like an overfilled
bladder, and the incomprehensible metamorphosis.
Gordon Massman
The New York Quarterly Press recently published Gordon Massman’s collection, 0.174: The Complete Numbers Cycle, and is scheduled to publish his book of love poems in Spring 2013. His work has appeared in journals throughout the U.S. and Canada.