Frank Van Zant

The Paradox: On Embracing A Victim Of Rape I am a gargoyle, a glandular monkey who straddles her shoulders, demands that she carry me, feed me, turn my organ handle around and around to nourish the music in my rabid sexual soul. My balls are like pawn shop markers blinking with the bright noise of need and because we have been married every day for a long time, she asks for my monkey paws to shield her eyes.       But when will I learn? For if I cover the light, she cannot see, and if I remove my hands, her sodom eyes will melt, leaving two sexless holes, and two sexless hands from which I choose.

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