Tying the pimp in dreams to a lamppost
His tuxedo wet with wheedled kisses, can
I wake up sucking the footprints of toilets
In jails that glitter like crash-dived marquees.
A dog appears in call letters on my skin.
Twin worlds, who exchange threats via scoreboard
I rival this night, this fight to the death
With enough leftover, ooze for twosies yet.
Either even, I wish I could put on take off
My clothes without first saying to my cock
"Excuse me, is this yours," while the stars
The collected no-shows of eternity, rise.
Hey, remember the way painters gauge perspective?
Me, I cut the thumb off and throw it at stuff.
Castration Envy #11
Bill Knott
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Poem topics: death, dog, night, remember, eternity, fight, rise, skin, excuse, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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