Dumpster Fire Press is proud to present the release of our first 2022 anthology
SEX! SEX! SEX! Erotica of all sorts, lessons learned in and outside of the bedroom? Was it a tragic romance or just another illusionary lust trance? Maybe there’s even a hint of someone NOT getting laid with even some paranormal romance abound. Queer and straight representation, this may prove to be DFP’s most controversial anthology and most ambitious since DEATH BY PUNK and CHILDHOOD’S END.
How to Behave
I’ll be good for you, if you earn it.
Slip both wrists through cuffs smooth
like greased up leather.
Let you lather my body in
whatever you choose.
Turn heads every time we walk
through clogged Boston streets.
Make men feel like they need to
remind you how lucky you are.
They don’t know how you
spread me open across leaves
only an hour ago, spent many
hours learning this skin.
How to raise an arch in back
that bends and flirts with breaking.
We swam in the river yesterday
Your androgyny turned us
We circled each other
Like wolves in the dark
Vying, lying, flying
We watched the circles
The beginning, the end
We touched your breasts
Your concave belly
Your bold arse
The knife was sharp
We said goodbye
To old worlds of sanctuary
We flew with breeze
Swallowed with waters
Rubbed you into our skin
We preyed on us like crazy tongues
Discovering the opening of our desire
Fuck Love! I got a love hangover.
I feel hoodwinked, bamboozled. I feel like I was being auctioned at the black Friday sale. It hurts you don’t understand or give a
fucking care I love you beyond default flaws be damned. Fuck love! I got a love hangover. Chest burning, nose flaring, room
spinning. Where is all the love you professed to me? Why offer love? When it’s careless and selfish. Fuck love! I got a love
hangover. Love I want all my coochie back. Love give me back my time, while you’re at it take all your lies. Let’s mention all the
tears I’ve cried. Love give me back all the food I couldn’t eat because you were fucking with me. Fuck love! I got a love
hangover. Love you never had to accept my affections. Using me, getting caught up in situationships instead of a meaningful
healthy relationship. Fuck love! I got a love hangover. Love it’s time to get you some warning labels. FDA, surgeon general status
shit, so it’s clear getting involved with you can cause serious health risks. The most serious one being withdrawal from lack of sex
Or is that the plan? To make sure I keep coming back no matter what damage you do to my ass. Love you took away my
choice by lying. Had me too comfortable and trusting of you. Love your toxicity is at unworldly levels. I’m going to leave you
alone for awhile to reflect on the times I thought you were real. In the process giving myself a chance to heal from all your
shenanigans. See love, I’m a good woman, never mistreat you woman, never lie to woman, never cheat on you woman, by
your side woman. Listen love listen. When we go on the rollacoaster again make sure he’s got the biggest dick in his pants
Fuck love! I got a love hangover.
Transcend(m)ental Austin, (TX Meditation)
strangely I feel popular tonight
I read equally as much as the feature
if not more; I met a hot coffee lover
who works at the coffeehouse.
& I met Thom,
read a bunch, Also
wrote much & also
became very intimate with
another writer who became
my greatest admirer in a second.
getting high, a joint bigger than
my middle finger, some
“rednecks” in college or who own a ranch
gave it to me because they understand
what it’s like
to be down & out and needing to get high.
The Girl- the Poetess- knew that my
prayer beads were a representation
of Kali… also Siva..
yet I call her Civashema;
Bring your dark nipple through
the crust of earth & feed me
your opaque milk.
touch me with your tongue of fire,
& reduce immortality to ash.
Give me my desire,
in spir (it)at_ion_al _AEON_
The Law: state, city & county
always going by
I masturbated under my sweater
sitting on this bench
8th & Guadalupe street
as you taunted me with your silence
it’s not enough to sustain!
stop teaching me pain!
I WANT BLOOD!
I WANT TO FEEL YOUR EVERY
THOUGHT DREAM NIGHTMARE
SCREAM VEIN! VEIN! VEIN!
don’t forget the vein!
the coffee’s not working anymore..
– FUCK ME BITCH-
I AM so frustrated!
if I got to stay inside
this thrown together
I WANT GRAVITY’S CHAINS
OFF MY SPIRIT!
it’s too much weight
I cannot breathe
Now penetrated by a thousand shards
of the sun,
you still re fusing kiss.
the empty streets are like noise caving
in on itself
for marijuana theater
driving a car
or fingering your best girl
in the backseat
bus station on Congress & 7th took a walk round capitol
building. went to the main entrance. hunted
snipes. continuously talking to myself as I smoked a
joint no more than sixty yards from the main steps to
thought of motion;
like I said the next bus stop
no freaking snipes- nothing;
all these hobo’s & no tobacco
-FLEE, YOU GOT TO
SMOKE A BLUNT ON THE TOP STEP-
DO IT FOR YOUR COUNTRY!
SMOKE A BLUNT ON THE TOP FRONT STEP OF THE CAPITOL
BUILDING. I dare you
High as Pluto
Ice compared to fire
/ JOY \!!
The world is resting
on a tear
too many times cried
& there’s nothing left to live for
& all the doors
that go into buildings
look like skulls–
THE PRAYER BEADS
WHY NOT, IT MADE HER A GODdESS!
& only few of us
remind the others of us THAT IT’S ONLY FEAR!
I haven’t had eyes for 18 years!
now; what’s wrong with you?
out of love for
that gave me madness
for my soul
yet. that’s co/mit/ment
MENT to COmMIT
why do light years go by in a flash
& seconds take an eternity?
I do not understand why she smiles?
when I find out! she will love
me the rest of my days
– can I find a motherfucking snipe anywhere?
I miss my mother more than any motherfucker-
and all she was: the first tormenter
the rest pretended to be what she
would’ve been if my uncle
hadn’t blown his gulliver
all over his mobile
trailer before I was
born or around
I AM THE VAPOR OF AN UNCLE
I NEVER KNEW
HAUNTED BY A DEAD GRANDMOTHER
WHO ALSO I NEVER KNEW
ALL SHE DID WAS DRINK HOT TEA
& SMOKE CHESTERFIELD KINGS
the presence of reality?
last on my list of priorities…
I am possessed by my history
falling short of glory
when the chemicals are necessary
to breathe without
only motivated from mantras
of other giants
first thought best thought
it never ends
if you can’t talk to the living
expect no better audience from the dead
trampled, oblivious, silent;
you’ll sing the deepest song you’ve ever sung:
& it’ll be yours
For anthology that is practically the antithesis of love, these poets, writers and artists demonstrated a lot of…love but fuck love.