erectlocution ⊇ boxing jewels

tangled

cocks o’ the walls mill about,
stroking one and all,
ejaculate like gossamer in the cobblestone,
spun a selfish web.

i stroke alone,
thanks;
but all streets save theirs are in
disrepair.

so, to hell,
i’ll stay put.

In Residue on 26 October 2004 with no comments

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