Friday, May 3, 2013

Brain Transplant


“As transplant techniques
are perfected and refined…”
—William S. Burroughs
“Immortality,” THE ADDING

Despite my recent brain transplant—
life still gets rather complicated

My male hustler donor keeps—
giving me fucked-up flashbacks

Ghosts of old tricks eerily—
haunt my daily idle moments

I find it actually quite entertaining—
even tho I needed another transplant

This time a new teenage penis—
to keep up with my wetdream flashbacks

Needless to say it kept me pretty busy—
this new obsession with getting off

The sacred and profane have ways of—
dominating every waking/sleeping moment

My gangster Italian surgeon shrugged—
“It’s better than nothing, Mr. Burroughs.”

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