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a poem by Justin Hyde (1 of 3)
the circular hustle
i understand
the hindu
meditating on his belly button
to transcend
the vicissitudes
i do it myself
from time to time
when the days
start latching on
like tapeworms.
but eventually
a rose threads the needle
and my dick swells up
like a baseball bat:
left field line drive
knocking my ass
out of
full lotus
straight into
another bottomless pair
of brown eyes.
the hindu
meditating on his belly button
to transcend
the vicissitudes
from time to time
when the days
start latching on
like tapeworms.
a rose threads the needle
and my dick swells up
like a baseball bat:
out of
full lotus
another bottomless pair
of brown eyes.
© by Justin Hyde
Gutter Eloquence Magazine ~ Issue #8 ~ March 2010
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