The worrier, limp, outside an office

Sometimes I am very much concerned
my penis will have a stroke and leave me
all alone in this world of genitals
seeking genitals like mouths to side-meat.
Then I whiff a billion years, count a hundred,
see ten walk by with shoulders hunched and I
fan my cigarette in relief, hurrying up.

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~ by Jeremy on June 12, 2012.

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