August 11, 2010
A Portrait of Mr. Grigsby, the Unfortunate Man of Means
August 17, 2010

If ever the dusk settles on dry bones
and lecherous wails bubble through brine
[Golden apple eyes bobbing,
bellies swollen with spice]
I will drink my semen for wine
and celebrate the impotence.

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