Wilhelm’s creator

Burroughs Two that mutilator he got good
and lonesome his cigarette like the fork
of his tongue lapping out here in the pitch.
Stars in their circus never hassled much
as he did my head between one bullied ear
and the other his might I say routines
caught on creeping and proved his virulence.
Don’t pause a second or millisecond on this:
little sweet lady poor Methuselah’s cousin
doomed from fifty she thought instead in
Oklahoma she exhumed her first man named
some strange syllable and laid with him,
wondering what creature wrote of her doings.


~ by Jeremy on May 24, 2012.

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