Sam Watkinson

Cuckold - Poem by Sam Watkinson

...And yet as a I walked, I saw...

Life is an ejaculation
caught in abandoned hairs,
dislocated from the body,
underneath damp stairs.

Life is an old cuckold,
slavering in a chair,
sat naked and parched,
with a ruined vacant stare.

You provided, slow children, dirty men,
rotting ideas and concrete designs.

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, July 4, 2012

Poem Edited: Wednesday, July 4, 2012

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