Outside your bedroom window How many ants do you count? I’m watching grass blades Shadow soldier off to work Pants on, shirt slipping down But do you remember? Who wished for virgin feathers And hibiscus drunken cheeks Quick to digest, easily erased You said you don’t judge dolphins On their doggystyle but look at us Pussyflagged love developed on screens Too bright to hide from ourselves Elbows bending begging to split Make sure you tie the knot or Your boat will fly away Dancing ocean above Waves, please stay: Spit into my mouth Call me a good boy A pretty boy A worthy boy A memory Between neon light nights blinding These aching pomegranate grape Birthmarks appear on shy skin and I Cannot seem to blame anybody but myself anybody But myself would laugh at my foolery, even ants know There is not enough of their colony to clean me up.
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I really love the poem, but hate the title haha but really, yuck!