Tuesday, July 17, 2012

Ted and Assia


Ted and Assia


“a still virulence”
—Sylvia Plath,
“Berk-Plage”
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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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