Stare at me from beyond my tomorrow
And my today
My love lies
barren, in a field of dicks.
Big dicks Small dicks
Samoan ones, mostlyBut they are all dicks in their unique way
The lizardface hisses and pisses
Ejaculating ink into words on the papers strewn across my flesh
Novels of ecstasy and semen and divine judgment from my estranged uncle
O Frabjous Day!
Caloo Calay!
The lizardface speaks to me in a dead language I cannot fathom
Tongue-lashings, no doubt, from my grandchild’s ghost
That hasn’t been born yet, but speaks through time
Like the ancients used to say
You can’t judge my cock by its cover…
Unless
That cover looks like my cock
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