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Thursday, February 10, 2005

Snapshot poem

my cock rises a(head of me
like the mascot on
an old Studebaker my father
bought when he was drunk
pink it was with
a smooth snout ...
mine looks panel-beaten
weather-beaten women-eaten.

some days it's my
morning Vespa, others
my raging Range Rover ...
now it is sleeping
curled up like a kitten
in my lap. Nothing
for it to do today
but piss and look
occasionally out
disconsolately
at the world.


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