tied an awkward object to a coarse rope and dragged it thru mud water
slush and brushwood and half-constructed site waste to a pole set in concrete
several factors overlaid a pin cushion rubberband network of push-tacks
two locked bathrooms and empty coffee pots and spilled grounds
a taskmaster cutting mailing addresses off magazines
but what about the skeet pull thing and clay pigeons?
got it to the corner of Romeo and Juliet
where the double-barrel banged open the parlor door
and smelled the dew-peaks on her downy tuft
before sidling upstairs to find the indigent boy
cowering under the girl's covers with a sack of wet mice
and the urge to purge a virgin of her vestal absence
this is where I get off
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