I am biking forward, toward an illusion:
The long building, all phallic (dick-like),
could be the Washington Monument,
could be a spear, the image in my textbook
of some savage flattened by a white man,
could be an extended fist and arm of victory,
always against a cloudless sky, could be
a flat road before me, high hill I'll have to push
my body up if I ever expect to get home.
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i enjoy. not my favorite thing you have ever ever written. but well done.
and p.s.
when/if you edit shit, why don't you just post it as new, cause it confuses me when you just change old posts. so, do it for me!
also, email me you piece of poop
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