Squeaky v. Klean
︎︎︎ Dennis Goodwin
︎ Mar 1, 2026
T’ sea perruped, up by acorns
Me pockets spillsy
Lost in a days, starved, a twinkle
T’ black expanse fleckted. Fuck me
O, nothin’ that I did got me here
No sweety throaty, no vacuum hoardy
I only tickled strict his thirsty vest
Never his due did I free
I popped pon shores unborn
Fain stitch no star t’ me potency
I, delinquent? “Slattern! Muster a vortical!”
Fabled nothin's befell me when we was us
I innered me hunch pon t’ explicable
Fo’ fruit hath cast me down, now
What slurp me up? I gulp endless
S’ringes fillin’ wid dewy juices
✶✶✶
Oft his works worked themselves
To unequivocal fruition. Then— let then be
Did ages age me? Esophagi like candy
Each priss puffed, every duty fucked
Scant to say how unbecoming
I cuumed, or cuum be. I regret that
What I don’t regret— you, so blowsy roses
Sanctums buff, nightcaps dunce
How shall I get to you? “Like, dude, dontcha wanna
Hitch yer wain t’ me star?”— thence we are
Reliquary flat, then monstrance vertical
Hoisting up love, steeple by gable
My phlogiston— forever! Deny yourself abroad
I eye rape Cyclopean voids
On heaven’s straw I blow tunes so
Sphinges’ feelings whiff Jewy deuces
Me pockets spillsy
Lost in a days, starved, a twinkle
T’ black expanse fleckted. Fuck me
O, nothin’ that I did got me here
No sweety throaty, no vacuum hoardy
I only tickled strict his thirsty vest
Never his due did I free
I popped pon shores unborn
Fain stitch no star t’ me potency
I, delinquent? “Slattern! Muster a vortical!”
Fabled nothin's befell me when we was us
I innered me hunch pon t’ explicable
Fo’ fruit hath cast me down, now
What slurp me up? I gulp endless
S’ringes fillin’ wid dewy juices
✶✶✶
Oft his works worked themselves
To unequivocal fruition. Then— let then be
Did ages age me? Esophagi like candy
Each priss puffed, every duty fucked
Scant to say how unbecoming
I cuumed, or cuum be. I regret that
What I don’t regret— you, so blowsy roses
Sanctums buff, nightcaps dunce
How shall I get to you? “Like, dude, dontcha wanna
Hitch yer wain t’ me star?”— thence we are
Reliquary flat, then monstrance vertical
Hoisting up love, steeple by gable
My phlogiston— forever! Deny yourself abroad
I eye rape Cyclopean voids
On heaven’s straw I blow tunes so
Sphinges’ feelings whiff Jewy deuces