four blades in one cheap plastic razor
long handled weapons
that come packed; five for a dollar
when used with a steady hand
who needs a foamy lather
as a good fat bar of soap suffices
to soften the inevitable pricks
of a stubby four day drunken stupor
while completely capable of hardening
a man’s dreams of a beautiful woman
in so much as she never asked his name....
2008© TS
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