I’d like to die falling, grabbing onto air,

feeling the enclaspment

of my favourite underwear.

I’ve never pulled my penis

through the cock flap when I pee,

never crossed that fearsome threshold.

My friends are hooking up at peep shows,

they’re crawling through the goo

to suck a nameless lover in a box.

They’re all trying the dick pills.

Putting pencils in their pee holes for the pain.

I guess that’s just the way things are.

I’d like to die entombed, scratching at the roof,

hearing the breeze pushing on the lid

from the fading living world.

My friends are crushing testicles in vises.

I’ve never questioned God before.

I’ll never start.