Poetry by Ezhno Martin

Hungry Sluts and Spaghetti 

There's really no explanation

I can come up with

to make the fact

that I think it's beautiful

your titts look exactly the same

they did back when

we were both 14

seem any less creepy

but we were so innocent then

and so broken now

we're both hooked on drugs

and covered in shitty prison tattoos

but we tell the same jokes

with the same brightness of being

we did back when we thought we had futures

and we're fucking now

because we bumped into each other

in the grocery store

and I still had a little something left on my

food stamp card

and you didn't

I made you promise

you would have followed me back home

even if you weren't desperate

but didn't need to believe it

no

not after you flashed me your titts in the frozen food isle

Maybe this is a little more like Lolita

than I can acknowledge

but you were the first person

I ever saw naked

and people like us

need to get back to purity

worse than most everybody else

I'll be the first to admit

that if we weren't both starving

this wouldn't be anywhere near as sexy

Decay

I want to believe

her breath wouldn't taste like diabetes

but I know she's been shredded

the last decade and a half

smoking all those shards

sucking dick to pay rent

and swallowing whiskey to prevent memories

oh I did it all too

survival is sexy

actually

but I don't think she would be anymore

not after knowing

how scary it has been being held down

and extracted

stripped

and mined

for the both of us.

I want to hold her

face close to mine

and share our secrets again

but I don't want to hear any of that

and she couldn't handle it

I can't handle the thought

of waking up next to her

and not hating myself

for never moving on

she's still a little girl in my mind

she's a special case, maybe

but I can't stomach the decay.

So Perverse

She slit his throat

with a dime store Katana

for holding her hostage

and raping her repeatedly

For two days

he smoked ice

and shoved his raw dick

in her sore gashes

untying her finally

when she shit the bed

and his pipe was empty

when he crashed

she broke all the phones

so he couldn't call for help

and swung with all she had left

leaving him bleeding, too

running away to the comfort

of one of her kinder Johns

She was sentenced to three years

in the state pen

for hoping it killed him

the prosecutors

secretly thinking

a junkie whore like her

must have had it coming

and that she hadn't needed to be

so perverse

in her escape

About Ezhno Martin:

Ezhno Martin doesn't believe in god, pronouns, american exceptionalism, most conventions of capitalization, monogamy, any form of censorship, that 9/11 was real, casseroles, coming to a full stop at stop signs, chivalry, patriotism, hand washing after bathroom visits, rough sex, decorum, the importance of biological families, and/or that The New York Knick's are ever going to get their shit together.  Ezhno lives in Toledo, Ohio.  Ezhno is now from Toledo, Ohio, because that's how that works.  You can't misgender Ezhno, because Ezhno doesn't believe in genders, pronouns, safe spaces or any of that social-justice-warrior-rich-kid-with-a-complex bullshit.   Just say “nice ass” if you're feeling nervous or confused about the fact that the 6'2” Adonis that is Ezhno hates your counter culture just as much as the culture it opposes.