Sweet Pea the Malamute
March 7th, 2009, 07:44 PM
Many times I've been asked why as a furry I'm also into latex/ruber, and a ruber-fur as well as a fuzzy one.
I wrote this poem a ways back to try to decribe how this interest started. I copied this from a word file, and can't for the life of me seem to adjust the font size to the normal one here, sorry for that!
The end of the world
Drenched in sweat
you tossed and flung your limbs
against the nylon sleeping bag
in that dream
where only you survived on some scorched landscape
the atomic sky
reflecting red prisms
from the surface of the synthetic silver skin
and mirrored helmet
you must never remove
in this neutron stillness.
Gripped by the elastic pressure
you trek like an untrained astronaut
through the halls of your school,
the cafeteria quiet as ash,
classrooms empty as Columbine,
the neon graffiti ‘FAG"
on you locker
faded almost to nothing,
distant as your fear,
that quiet space inside you
the cocoon you retreated to even then
the times the kids slammed into you
and rushed by laughing
in some language that was not your own.
Even the gym has lost its sour odor.
In the dry showers
no boys blush over boners
& the square wire lockers
hang open like skulls,
jeering,
without breath,
as the air recycles through your lungs
driven by the unknown apparatus
that sustains you now
without hunger
or thirst
& you finally climb that rope you had grasped at, sliding down hopelessly,
leading you upward
to hot rain,
storms of glowing dust,
the sun like a red eye
watching you
in your enclosure
where the seasons never change.
Crossing the sports fields
parched to a flaking mosaic
an alien approaches
reflecting pink moonlight
through his tinted visor,
and closer
you see the olive skin
and black hair
of the boy
you always stared at
& as he runs to you
in this empty oasis
& you fall together in a hard embrace
writhing,
gripped snug
in your foreign rubber armor
as the apparatus within
clings to your cocks
and the airlocks open
to eject your seed to the barren ground.
SP, 2006
(Dedicated to Adrienne Rich for her poem ‘Diving into the wreck’)
I wrote this poem a ways back to try to decribe how this interest started. I copied this from a word file, and can't for the life of me seem to adjust the font size to the normal one here, sorry for that!
The end of the world
Drenched in sweat
you tossed and flung your limbs
against the nylon sleeping bag
in that dream
where only you survived on some scorched landscape
the atomic sky
reflecting red prisms
from the surface of the synthetic silver skin
and mirrored helmet
you must never remove
in this neutron stillness.
Gripped by the elastic pressure
you trek like an untrained astronaut
through the halls of your school,
the cafeteria quiet as ash,
classrooms empty as Columbine,
the neon graffiti ‘FAG"
on you locker
faded almost to nothing,
distant as your fear,
that quiet space inside you
the cocoon you retreated to even then
the times the kids slammed into you
and rushed by laughing
in some language that was not your own.
Even the gym has lost its sour odor.
In the dry showers
no boys blush over boners
& the square wire lockers
hang open like skulls,
jeering,
without breath,
as the air recycles through your lungs
driven by the unknown apparatus
that sustains you now
without hunger
or thirst
& you finally climb that rope you had grasped at, sliding down hopelessly,
leading you upward
to hot rain,
storms of glowing dust,
the sun like a red eye
watching you
in your enclosure
where the seasons never change.
Crossing the sports fields
parched to a flaking mosaic
an alien approaches
reflecting pink moonlight
through his tinted visor,
and closer
you see the olive skin
and black hair
of the boy
you always stared at
& as he runs to you
in this empty oasis
& you fall together in a hard embrace
writhing,
gripped snug
in your foreign rubber armor
as the apparatus within
clings to your cocks
and the airlocks open
to eject your seed to the barren ground.
SP, 2006
(Dedicated to Adrienne Rich for her poem ‘Diving into the wreck’)