Your mouth overflows with baby oil.
Sex is like petting a stranger's dog or
A rubber bag filled with sand,
Filled with putty.
The blonde girl is dissecting a beetle on a plastic table,
Folding and unfolding several days
Seen together through a kaleidoscope.
A beauty mark
Chewing your candy-bar arm.
A fickle and insignificant burned-out
Eyeball rolling along a fixed billiards table.
Pink metallic yarns
Surrounded by virgins,
Snowcones.
On The Zipper you lost your keys
And live with the carnival now,
Forever operating the Casino
And breathing slow and deliberate.
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