Blinking Your Pink God Poem by James McLain

Oh and your blinking pink God,
tonight the phone calls so hurried
and come they do one after the other.
Yes i am the turd you dug out of your
pale full moon.
Popping the cork by a string tied, no one knows.
Night after night, day after day.
Until your panties became.
Thank you E-Bay.
And the front i beat up so badly you had too
move it up and down, back and forth interviewee.
And black i may be always to you
black and pink are you, 'are still inside?
Knowing you have not been properly
since when, 'You were last.
Feet in the air your toes cramping
my fingers five between them all, until you.
my 'Dear and how you still struggle
with the knowledge,
that the void is still devoid of my.
I can smell the difference between a real pettifogger
and sucking meat balls and the vibrator i heard humming
when you called tonight to remind me,
of all of your struggles.
Remember i know that it looks like me when you look
at the ceiling and the mirror it mirrors, my empty space.
You need to eat more bananas, yellow bananas not green.
Save the drag and take it like a man
and remember only this my, 'dear
green is good, brown is sad, black is bad
when the oil spills out the pump sucks it back in and shout.