Marathon Runner





Marathon Runner


A marathoner with black eyes
gazelles his girth forward.
My eyes have an owner.

In his face,
a man with many beds,

one who follows the nape
of old gay swans
like a male about to thrust.

My taste, that he take
everything from me,
when Jews grind their matzo.

Marathan man,
bamboozle me on the cross 
of oblivion.

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