THE MONOPOLY GAME OF THE FLYING FIST

touchdown jesus. 22 by Dennis Doph

FISTBIRD was released
On a rainy night in Manhattan Rainy miserable night
Back in 1969. LOTHMAN showed him
Where his sphincterhole was located
D
Unacknowledged owner of FISTBIRD
folded his long very foldable hand The Left One
To penetrate Lothman Learning to his astonishment
His newly created entity FISTBIRD
would seek out Lothman's hole over and over
and over

Lothman showed D how to stroke
His willing puckered hole Push the Fist
That Flies Like a Bird into that hole
Stroke, stroke, stroke, stroke.
Pound, pound, pound, pound.
Seek.
Seek.
Seek.

The Second Hole, high above.
Fistbird found the Second Hole
Entered Lothman, felt the sleek reality of his
Long wet-all-over transverse colon
Fistbird knew
He was home

Lothman taught Fistbird the positions
Swan. Starfish. Amoeba.
Powerdriver.

Fistbird was released
Into the long fisting night of Manhattan
with only a map of Pigbaths to guide him

Fistbird flew
Many, many years, into many, many men who needed
A Flying Fist to go where no light ever shines

Then he met
The Blue eyed Boy who did not want a Flying Fist
Pounding where he thought a cock should be
Blue eyed Boy commandeered D's perfect cock
for seventeen years Then let D go off
Into another more improbable Los Angeles Night
As the Boy went pursuing youthful Persian meat

D looked down at Fistbird
Fistbird looked up at D
Every digit quivering, Fistbird, kept under wraps
Seventeen long years fast in the fantasy known as monogamy

Fistbird flew
High, Wide, and Handsome, which is a movie starring Randolph Scott
Randolph Scott played his last starring role
Involved in a winner-take-all game of Monopoly
Do Not Pass Go, Do Not Collect $200.00
fly, fly, fly, little Folded Fist
Fistbird
Natural Ruler of the Educated Butt

Fly
Up the willing asses of the Butt Regimen
Those who cannot live by dick alone
Fly
To the temptations of pornstores down on
The drunken end of Pornstreet Santa Barbara
Private screeningrooms Not so private
Fistbird trolls the halls of Backroom Heaven
Looking for an ass where he can fly

Waiting
For magnificent Topman who traps him
Magnificent Topman in his tight yellow tshirt
In the backroom where Topman has his own Johnny Wadd
Pornflix shown. Topman makes D sink to his knees
Take his sperm then
They play the Monopoly Game of the Flying Fist
D stays on his knees face still covered with
Topman's delicious sperm Fistbird inverts himself
Into the classic Swan Position, flies up
Up up up
Topman's perfect puckered wet ass

Flies, flies, flies
Finds Topman's Second Sphincter all fluttering wild
Waiting for Fist Invasion D spreads his knees
On the floor of the screeningroom Long dead
Johnny Wadd penetrates some crying boy
On the screen of the room with his thirteen inch
Man extension
D shoves Flying Fistbird into the hugely muscular
Man in the yellow tshirt penetrating that elusive
Second Sphincter flying, flying, flying
High above Like the miners trapped in the Hole in Chile
But in reverse. Flying deep, deep, deep
Into the glistening hole of the Man in the yellow tshirt's
gut

The Man cries tries to extricate himself
From Flying Fistbird knowing it is hopeless
Flying Fistbird must fly till he has found his home
Up so near Topman's red beating heart

Fistbird gives Topman his second orgasm
While on the floor knees still spread
D the owner of the Flying Fist
Shoots his solitary load on the floor of the screeningroom
Wet
Complete
Till the next time