Several Versions of Certain Film

(What follows

is very Corso-like

and gets sorta 'blue'.

Some of you readlings

may wanna wait

for a brighter sheet

to get its hang-ups 

laundered here

and 

sit this one out...)

Segmented dream 

of an endless wound

visited via jism 

through the camera

of my prick.

I am sensually thus

shown several versions

in new emerging views

of a slightly bent shaft.

I don't upgrade.

Only swords have handles.

It shouldn't.

I shouldn't.

She didn't.

Mine imperative.

There are too many angers

with nothing to prove.

I live

through the film 

of my prick

to never be me.

All of life

including mine

I've never wanted what

that is not mine.

I develop

through the film

of my prick.

Vision is to me

all that

yet never seems to be.

What does it mean?

Goddamn it, 

what does it mean??