When I howled
He fell in the vat
Of pure white lust;
I was solidified.
There is a disease
Not quite cancerous
I wish for the phallic
Repercussions of you
To enter involuntarily.
He says you are beautiful;
I the snout master;
I the call of duty; manically
Turning shadows into fear.
He says you are bewilderment;
I the wild;
I the spinster's fiend; soldierly
Transmuting lost hope into
Solitary isolation.
When I howled
He continued his march.
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"There is a disease
Not quite cancerous
I wish for the phallic
Repercussions of you
To enter involuntarily.
He says you are beautiful;
I the snout master;
I the call of duty; manically"
Wow!!!!!!!
If this is what I think it's about -- it's one of the best poems of it's kind.
Love it.
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