around the table
the sacrificial block
of a fondue pot
eiffel towers or
chopsticks for
fingers, Mr. Chopstickhands
wasn't a big box office sit
down. i'm not through.
(the world is one deep breathless)
ok:
the quickest oral
sexless
i've ever lost
to a bartender
& a ginger ale.
(so) this girl wanted me
to buy her
once
told me that she
was related somehow
to Gabriel Garcia Marquez--
six blowjobs of separation
everyone is a cumshot away
from not existing:
a toilet flush
a hangman's placenta
blue in the face
i told her that
like her,
he sucks.
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