22 May 2014, 9:11am
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Birthday poem, written on a napkin

“I am hungry for dinosaur.”
Wish I had that time machine
Back now, when, there
Wouldn’t be a manageable meal for a week
I feel weak
As in, my bones are oily, pores fill
with glistening wet sheen
No matter how much I wipe my face
My colon is something wrong
Not something I ever want to get looked at
Good god, I’m just 42
Do I really need that already
Put your gloved hand, fist
In my ass, I like that better
Do important things
I’ll bow between your legs and you
can blow out this one candle
That I’m holding
How can I help you
Humming something about
How it gets you off more
And I don’t believe you

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