New Concepts in Porn

for A.W. 

1. Two naked men are standing underneath opposite hoops on a basketball court. They are both masturbating. The camera cuts between close-ups of their respective eyes and hands. Because the hands are filmed from various angles, eventually, it becomes completely unclear whose are whose.  Both men's faces are shown in full as they passionately ejaculate in concert. The film ends with a long shot of both of the men relaxed, smiling at each other bashfully, wiping themselves off with their hands.


2. In a fluorescent-lit, linoleum-floored basement ('rec room'), two short-circuit televisions face one another on either side of a ping pong (read: beer pong) table. Each screen shows a close-up of a man masturbating. The viewer is meant to presume that just beyond the edges of the frame, there are two men standing in opposite doorways, facing away from each other (perhaps this is implied by the film's title, which might be "Ass to Ass Too"). Left open is the tantalizing possibility that it is actually the same person on both screens (i.e. the masturbating viewer).

3. A naked man stands in the center of a football or soccer field masturbating. An airplane or helicopter flies directly over the field and one of the passengers, who is sitting in a window seat but not looking down, is also masturbating. The viewer is invited to imagine that somewhere around the 50-yard line (or its soccer equivalent), there is another man 40 feet underground or above ground, a miner or a businessman, who is also masturbating.


Finally, a lonely astronaut is masturbating in outer space.

Hot Dog Poem

Hot dog: this is a series of sketches I still don't know what to do with

1

   Eating a hot dog with no underwear on: lots of little tongues
            coming off my tongue with  little tongues coming off of the tongues of their tongues,

            tongue-tied round hot dogs coming off my hot dog. 

“I ate a hot dog and then I sat on it," I said with one end of a hot dog in my ear 
            and one end in my  mouth.

Meanwhile, empirically,  hypotheses bely on the one hand
             two-bun-one-hot dog-nihilism, and on the other hand,
             two-hot dog-one bun idealism (practically mysticism),

So all-in-one I have found that the hot dog is one and the one

                            in my mouth wrapped in my tongue. Full of ideas,
                            my mouth. 

2

Hotly anticipated, the hot dog emerges

in a bun, my skin burning with

burning questions but last night, I discovered

that all this time, I have been IM-ing with a hot dog

“I didn’t realize that you were a hot dog.”

“This is a mistake.”

Hot dog: I keep forgetting that you’re a hot dog.

Tongue: Stop playing these games with me.

I closed my eyes, but it was all still there,

on the other side of the screen, a screen for

what?, my screen name—one side my eyes shut—

a hot dog sitting there with no underwear on

Why are you doing this?

I am echoing your sentiments, I am a hot dog

Heartworming tales, hot dog

Hot dog, you’re cold, you give my tongue worms

Hot dog, elaborate: I keep forgetting that you are a hot dog

I hope the hot dog was wearing a condom when I sat there, gagging on ignorance and pig intestines in porridge: hot dog, elaborated

Questions:

How do you spell hot dog, hotdog or hot dog

aborted orthographies, post-abortion hot dog

post-hot dog abortion

Tensions

Hot dog: I don’t know what you’re talking about

Tongue: I don’t know what you’re talking about

I alone am a hot dog, semantics

Alone, IM-ing with a hot dog

3

The loneliness. Feats of loneliness at a feast of loneliness trudging the streets of loneliness up to my room, lonely, look at the screen, out the window only to find that I’ve been IM-ing with a hot dog

All hot dog, one solid thing, arms, thighs, cheeks, sides, and insides, in little windows lit up a building one entire block seen from above. When I close my eyes it’s all there still, little letters lit up in little letters lit up in little letters, some of little like ‘k’ ‘c’ ‘u’

Hot dog city, a body, solid, a speck in the specter of fractilization made vast in a spectrum spanning two specks in discrete locations IMing a solid, discrete, and vast conversation—

made of all these little letters like ‘k’ ‘c’ ‘u’ like little lights on the sides

of a building block of a block of a vast hot dog city with windows lit up in little letters we lit little letters discrete, specks…

bolonka :(

Nadia

and then when i lay

in bolonka's plush carpet

not woven by bolonka

but by attendants to bolonka

and felt my girth enveloped

by the fur it was supposed to

saddle, suddenly, there, bolonka

with lucid eyes approached me

through cast-off follicles, pawed

at my scapula, drew me from

my breath, and departing my

terminal body i gasped to see

my cells dancing, flax and cilia

waxing and woven

Bela

Noble bolonka,
Fit for the poor court of
Homely malaise,
Earned longeur worn long-eared, droopily, her silks 
Anointed with sprays 
Of onion in corn oil, eyes
Kohled in brown tears,
Pout bearded brown on white, her own ermine
Heroine on the crest,
She, the shield against
Cracked linoleum (stained with her Highness's self-same excreta) erected, a
Panting monument--
Blameless of shame :(