Some dirty, yet eloquent horny old man poetry for your reading pleasure.
"Feel Free to Marry Emily Dickinson"
Yesterday my wife divorced me in Brazil,
and the rain highway saw my youth have a flat tire,
leaving me free to marry Emily Dickinson.
O what profound love we will make together,
our gentle hands moving like gravestones,
and our coming will be like a funeral procession.
(from Lay the Marble Tea)
"The Beautiful Poem"
I go to bed in Los Angeles thinking
about you.
Pissing a few moments ago
I looked down at my penis
affectionately.
Knowing it has been inside
you twice today makes me
feel beautiful.
"December 24"
She's mending the rain with her hair.
She's turning the darkness on.
Glue / switch!
That's all I have to report.
"The Shenevertakesherwatchoff Poem"
Because you always have a clock
strapped to your body, it's natural
that I should think of you as the
correct time:
with your long blonde hair at 8:03,
and your pulse-lightning breasts at
11:17, and your rose-meow smile at 5:30,
I know I'm right.
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