Poem: "A Position of Defeat 12"
12.
the foreskin
of the sun a mottled black
laved by
bonus tubes of antiseptic cream
the meatus
passes an untreated stream
of blood-flecked
pus and semi-solid dreck
the bath
drainer sprouts tiny clumps of hair
between my
fingers the material
i rub and
jack off to the smell of cells
shooting
into the wall a croix de guerre
the cracks between
the eyes are filled with grout
the body
lathered with the sweat of butter
from neck to
haunch from inner thighs to outer
ablutions done
whitewashed grave walks out
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