I just want to ejaculate on a page
Ripped out of my notebook and call it poetry,
But Warhol beat me to it.
I will regurgitate the mutilated body of
and arms and fingers.
I promised myself that I could
Put the knife in without tearing up,
But here I lay, Bawling.
I have read this before, somewhere.
As a plagiarist, I take my work
Wherever I can get It.
I hear them slamming away,
Wet flesh fingering their squares,
No better off than me.
And in that moment,
I saw his testicle fall from his
Underwear onto my forehead.
JACK WALLACE GORHAM
is an artist born and raised in Buffalo, NY. He is interested in film but his work predominantly consists of poetry, music, and ink. Through his work, Gorham explores his relationships with people, nature, and the intangible. You will likely find him in North Park Theatre admiring the lights.