Wednesday, July 18, 2012

Ted and Assia

Ted and Assia

“a still virulence”
—Sylvia Plath,

The black roots have no mercy—
Why should they anyway?

The black Yew roots grow—
In and out of a corpse’s mouth

The roots are hearses—
Taking the dead underground

The jaded, faded and damned—
Nobody cares anymore about them

Ted’s cock I had to save though—
I keep it cool waiting in the frig

While his limbs, thin ass, nipples—
Rot along with her in their grave

All that’s left is a pair of skulls—
A seedy, weedy, hairy crotch

As well as my obscene bell jar—
With its lovely jizz-jet dick

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