Cunt Norton
(Les Figues Press, 2013)
Excerpts:

My cock,
it groweth beanshoot harde against thy softe side
I am so ful of joye and of solas, hot for thee in thy rental car


… I cannot wait to be wisht
and threat’nd, to worm into thy asshole. I clean
the funk from the Gods that we may become as
they, pardoned of the pus from our wounds.


… Dear Fuck Slug, I fuck
thee with no thought than to love and be loved
by thee, cranberry desire dripping out of my
kingdom by the sea.