Thoughts about size, notes on anal
The problem of the monster isn't limited to its size
but includes the voracity and deftness of its handling.
The temperament of its master as they create space
cavernous enough to house.
Threat of destruction both exciting and worrisome
the image of scrambled organs and wide open gait
as you step gingerly along the path to the dinner hall
wincing tales of your meet in every pound shifted
Its a strange sort of thing to make excuses for,
the narrowness of ones interior spaces.
For all other purposes functional and forgotten
but suddenly lacking, a ring of glass not rubber.
As always the fear lies not in the small head
but in the larger one behind
The shadow of stumbling ego and brute sensibility
trust to open yourself to his mercy(less) throw
Perhaps I’d find more willing if his promises to destroy
were replaced with ones of care.
Understanding that the shared goal was pleasure
and not ownership, defeat.
For I am neither whirlpool nor mythic beast,
no many headed Scylla to swallow men and great ship.
Only a series of pathways and clustered cells, nervous
mortal substance dreaming of becoming infinite.