cock colic’s calculus
on hot
months
drawing your chamber, hand,
hair, mouth –
milkshake, just don’t be a stroke
in the shade of the giant woman’s footprint lies the blowjob tennis jaw
saying
‘satisfy my venom
let’s
raptor’
the downhill-attack made me crap myself;
as all things leaning
suffer immeasurable pride
did you know the Big Ben Clock
believes it’s a caveman?
torments and pictures:
remind me again to begin to dislike
the pang of dysfunction
as I’m getting ready to be painful
to the mighty fog machine,
covert is common
as vulnerability is skin-crawling
floating around while remaining
the most obscene, obscure,
a rat, the rat
a Steri Stumpie, may turn out
to be wrong
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