so I would not become a father!
because the little fates decreed
a pertinacious denial of all things
taught in high school biology classes:
that reproduction belongs to all
living species in Darwin's schema.
"let your flaccid penis invade the hole
the worm resides in," a potential mate
scoffed at me over the coital residue
of foiled, unprotected sex beyond
great possibilities of future cherubim
lurking within pre-orgasmic shadows
 
(a fertile musk abounded
for freshly discovered hormones
in the polluted ocean
of original desire,
circumcised by Yiddish ritual?)
 
before coitus interruptus saved the day
with its ungainly moralistic message
telling my penis to withdraw
 
from
battle-scarred
gay or goy zones

Shots in a Jewish Ghetto


I disdain fey cantors winnowing
their brains away: letting the bullet
explode skull, lacerate gray matter
into naked demise sans reprieve
 
Stopping the ballet of existence
in blunt-force fashion
leaving eventual cremains for
uniquely sensational disposal
 
The suicide girls chatter about
denuding semblances of half-truths
from hypocritical hypotheses
even the survivors abhor
 
Buggering their masters
purblindly as old dogs watch
from kennels of cold oblivion
Holocaust victims feel exiled by