Hunchback mulatto crossdresser

The dithering of blackbirds soldered to the backs
of drunks and cousins feeding stray anythings.
Canefields, past-times them, and fields of eyes.
Long eyes cast from a giant, three sisters,
a hound named Argus. All the sterility of hosanna
in what little these men get, who, burned by suns
rolling like genealogies no man inherits,
ruin to crust in long-haired fairies’ mouths.


~ by Jeremy on June 15, 2012.

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