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