Hey hey mama Eyes bolted to your feet Set like wet grapes in an elephant's skin While you march Like a captive prisoner To some unknown funereal appointment. You look so worried. You seem to be late. Trying to escape your old age That you only exploit in that Bright windbreaker. But your legs rebel In those shoes like damp erasers. Shake for me girl Were you ever delicious? Did those restling twigs That prod me right now Ever cause you to undulate? Twist? A giving of yourself like ripples lapping a rock? Like a pole to a flag In the hot summer rains Dripping thick and sweet I wonder. Tell me, did he explode like popcorn? I wanna be your backdoor man Waiting for you Like the family dog When you'd come home from school. When did the craving end? Did he end the acquaintance When he saw winter coming Like an old city bus Belching foul and grey? Or did desire for you merely exist Just now in this transient dream In the mind of a passing stranger?
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