foreskin & many years ago
carved wooden skeleton - foto by smith
Bought cloth flop hat to shade from sun that’s getting serious. We’re entering the hotter months. Then comes the rainy season. We’re in a Graham Greene novel.
Lady says “That hat is you - rumpled.”
“I’m rumpled alright, so rumpled they wrote a fairy tale about me - Rumpled Foreskin.”
three short foreskin poems across the years . . .
~ ~ ~
Autumn Leaves
Leave me not in love and truth
Leaves me not at all
Leave my loss its soft misuse
Leaves my foreskin small
Leave my lost belief in youth
Leaves my use in thrall
Leave my use in used abuse
Leaves me moist of all
~ ~ ~
On Your Knees Please
(and let’s hum the Corporate Anthem)
Lost degenerates’ breast whipped intentions
Horseradished and foreskin unfurled
Now scheme clitoral dreams
And corporate corporeal retention.
Lies lie your why and my
Rubber stamped existence.
Live like the less.
Don’t focus.
Don’t rest.
Suck tit or lick long extension.
~ ~ ~
As Long As Politician Honest
My heart is pure as fall their words
I stand so far behind you
I lick your breast and all the rest
I fill with sperm and hunger
If duty grows it’s you to know
I know no tended foreskin
No mirror will see reflected me
I mere vampire forsaken
tall yellow blossom tree - foto by smith
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