On the ulnar road

The gutters glow
on a white palm so
it isn’t crack
looks like teeth
glass bottle brillo pad
silly rabbits
burning plastic
sprint out the floor’s
crags and pores
towards the attic
holds in store
a prayer for
my heart not
exploded or
condemning the camera
in the watery
perineum on the stalk
of my neck
that learned to walk
on eyes like
jet engines
on a tank in
a gay pride parade
rolling around
its steel penis
at lucky rabbit feet
that taste deep
of the ground’s
miles-wide erogenies
its dermis dirty
with spy satellites
and tryptamines

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~ by Jeremy on November 28, 2011.

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