The bashful pillar of a community

Backyard, appropriate sun and spinster man.
Heat for old men. Little girls walk by
smelling of body odor. Holes perk, simply.

Giant him he had two thoughts in his life.
The whole of one was walls upon walls.
The other, how the thumbs picked at each other.

Nervous him, sagging in the color of sand.
A cute white boy too dumb to have known it.
An old man, a child-lover God poor him didn’t notice.

Clearing the block in his brain. How often
they came, thought giant him, a defective ever
sagging in the moron’s bright light of day.

~ by Jeremy on June 8, 2012.

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