The way he grazes, unattainable,
Fingers clean and callused.
Running unbridled, walking on tiptoe,
Sleeping standing up.
He is a singer, he plays the guitar.
Neck so wide,
Calves so hairy, teeth so frank.
He rolls the joint, chews the roach:
Lazy glow,
Breast braced in the wind.
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Monday, May 25, 2009
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