Jaking off

Humble be those humbler than me.
A cheek-rubbing business of assembly:
hello, neurotics, today we discuss
the frottage of all your tendencies,
be you inebriate, recluse, or into cutting.
Hair pullers, yours is the muscle deemed
separate from our gathering. But feel free.
I am no expert, neither palmed in the gulch
a grandmother’s bedroom affords a pelvis but
I must say the ding-ding rings similarly.
When will our guts walk out on us?
Our bodies are conduits of beer, little else,
our bodies jake on our bodies to themselves.


~ by Jeremy on August 1, 2011.

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