Paying for a Whim
Paying for a Whim
...at the age of sixty-five
Besieged
between my buttocks
the foam you break
from the Pacific
my open sea
prendre plaisir selfish giant
of my tale
and awe
enter without haste
without Customs
as if you didn't sneak
into this banquet
paint my gray hairs purple patina
fill me with wrath
malformed ravens
via crucis
cemetery breath
demanding you stay glued
until I finish
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