A n n P e d o n e —

Jon Day

Ripe tendon, gall, various bottled seminal
residue. There is no desire I am growing
grasses to suck or thrush you into orgasm
I will need exactly
two twin beds laid out in a cave one is
salty the other sweet. Cut off an inch or two
Mark the spot you want with an X. All
clitoral materials taking the shape
of dissolution mother’s greedy jam

Prick
Of
Mingling
Seed
Your wealth
Neatest bristle
Gummy as
Pubic
Trace to
Squat as mouth as mouth and etc

Bashful scrotum built
This city & a wicked
Dare unusual for
A cock this small
I take its unforgiven
Entrance by the hours
At the office
Under the desk
A nightstand here and there
You don’t have to
Tend to my
Blister just yet & while napping
We wipe off our hands and
Discover a potential new use for
Memorized anus itself
Begins anew
There is no science to it.
Let it stay in the
Fridge for at least a week.
Then you can ogle it a while.
Fabric softener I’d buy as
Kind of hairy
Sexual impulse.

Delayed harvests of
Vaginal reregulation
Scorned or place ever
So carefully
In the wooden box
Recurring as dream

First runny pigment and now it follows me
Everywhere. Woold & worsted?
Is this the worst
Pawn shop you’ve ever been to?
Deadened argos makes light of all
Of my bruised Greek
Yogurt. Just like its cousin the oyster.

Then pollen erection

loose cannon fucked but

only by degree the fortune

teller is celibate

his cock rhymes with

gold that’s found its way

back from the hill I’d soften it

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