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Tying the pimp in dreams to a lamppost His tuxedo wet with wheedled kisses, can I wake up sucking the footprints of toilets In jails that glitter like crash-dived marquees.
A dog appears in call letters on my skin. Twin worlds, who exchange threats via scoreboard I rival this night, this fight to the death With enough leftover, ooze for twosies yet.
Either even, I wish I could put on take off My clothes without first saying to my cock "Excuse me, is this yours," while the stars
The collected no-shows of eternity, rise. Hey, remember the way painters gauge perspective? Me, I cut the thumb off and throw it at stuff.
Bill Knott
Read poems about / on: dog, remember, death, night, kiss, dream, rose, star
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