Scarred gray-
Today is a sepia holiday:
Knocking on your womb, wanting in:
Wanting to prick you with the mammalian barb,
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One thing bought the bottle,
One thing bought the scar,
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Teal monuments hover and vibrate like
Threatening broadcasts over the sloping greens
With little holes,
And little flags which wave like little surrenders,
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When I was a little boy I had similar fetishes,
I drew cars on paper, crayoned in- I cut them out,
Gave them names- hundreds.
Later, I did fast-food origami airplanes,
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All I can really say is that my new face
Looks like Picasso got punched,
And that’s okay: a little crooked, like President
D$ck, unsymmetrical, but big,
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Creak, jigsaw cheek-
My parents make love above this tomb.
My dogs are my cenotaph,
In bankruptcy bloom:
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I am god calypso:
When at night and I’ve had too much light coffee,
Got a molar that has come in sideways like an
Insubordinate ship,
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A few men have the banner of songs,
And pin wheeled whistles on their lapels,
Something winning up their sleeves
When they walk into the restaurant of
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I can’t afford expensive lines myself,
And I don’t want to be indebted to the Man-
I need my soul to be homeless and wayward,
A tattered gown rented and torn after it was
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I read my own words like masturbating.
Sometimes I am disgusted with myself I
Do it so much,
And I can’t spell, and I seem to repeat
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