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You strutted into my head between my blurred eyes as if you owned me and the planets. The Rover Explorer crawling Mars treads territory you have conquered. Your pride puts me on my knees. I let you "punish" me for being old. Your babies, as big as oysters, slide down my throat. My burning cauldron consumes them. You collect your drawers from my fists pry loose the golden coin from my ass There is no evidence you’ve been in my house Except pubic hair I uncurl And weave into a shawl.
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| Blue’s Books Open 24 Hours
The urinals have piss in them the toilets a turd or two floating The soap is yellow like hard cheese. The stained tiled floor is not good for old knees. But the glory holes are busy with tongues and assholes seeking blue comfort
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| NIGHT CLOTHES
The best time to be naked is 3:00 am Black velvet skin is the proper attire As you stand on your balcony Stroking the night— A little drink, a little smoke, a little lonely. There ought to be other men Standing on their porches too Aiming the red tips of their cigarettes At you.
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| The Blue Sea
Still waters churn deep Sometimes all is swell with Madam Sea Then her hormones Of whale piss and fish jelly Get the best of her She comes ashore to shop Her glittering eyes roll past your window You vomit minnows Before she smothers you in her black cloak Then she’s calm again.
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Wonder Boy
Wonder if he has a girl named Kenisha if anybody ever whispered boi pussy In his caramel ears and does he have Phallic dreams of rockets blasting off Wonder if my blues wake him in the night As I incant his name, wonder what’s his favorite Jack-off trick, wonder if he and other Best Buy boys Compare hard drives in dark back rooms Wonder what kind of baby was he What kind of man will he be?
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