Males about time

The lips, I’ve never felt them though
there are I’m told billions of them.
Dark ones, under dark ones, on dark ones
whether fine or fat, or under red ones.
Let us hold our breath beneath a color set.
In their mouth each nerve a sulky individual
sat lazy and touching uncounted cousins
they, I think, I think too they are bored.
Put a fire under their asses and one day
on day one I’ll just reave out the chaff
like fruit and ovary, I’ll go for dead ends.

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~ by Jeremy on May 25, 2012.

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