Monday, June 12, 2006

Balls, Inflated

(naked, too, an old queen with
green, blue, yellow, red paints
kneels behind my anus...

he wears
Nike Air-Jordans
with black socks and
that is all
and
he
holds a paint-brush and i

am now
covered
with peace-symbols)

While I

waited for the paint to dry

on my saline injected
super-sized
freshly shaved
cantaloupe big
scrotum...

I thought
kcab

to my college years.

I was so full of

promise,

then.

6 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

Yeah.

Now you're a sick old fuck who inflates his nutsack to freakish proportions for reasons known only to you.

Heh heh.

'Nother day, 'nother dollar.

Catch ya.

QUEER

June 12, 2006  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Don't be cruel to a heart that's true.

June 12, 2006  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Don't be cruel to a nutsack that's so horribly fucking swollen that it's the size of an overripe cantaloupe.

QUEER

June 12, 2006  
Blogger Eugene said...

Thank you for the intelligent commentary! I love YOUR poems, TOO!

My emotional intelligence just skyrocketed 5,000 degrees!

June 13, 2006  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Is that how EIQ is measured? In degrees?

You fucking QUEER.

June 13, 2006  
Blogger My Mouth said...

My EIQ is measured in pie tins.

I have a 1,000,000 pie tin EIQ.

You sick fuck.

June 14, 2006  

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