A Fact About My Penis – A Poem
Looking at my reflection,
And feeling my morning erection,
And reaching for the spinning blades,
Like I do on all work weekdays,
Looking at my reflection,
And feeling my morning erection,
And reaching for the spinning blades,
Like I do on all work weekdays,
The ocean, visible behind the plaza, stretches out endlessly, a shifting background of perfect blues that never quite settle. The world looks so big from here, or the ocean does at least.
Read more "A place I’ve been"Did you ever love me,
The way that I loved you?
Whistle to my grave,
My love.
Hotdog Girl, with nose ring,
Awesome coloured hair.
I saw you in the distance,
Walking off somewhere.