The Man In You

Groggily ascending from a lengthy dive,
the man in you arrived today, sooty
from the smoke of the decay of your

complacency: at last released to play
in all his dangerously blue and gold array
of blunt virility. Grumpy, half-awake –

an awkward infacility – pissed at having
been ignored – he’s bored up into you:
you gasp and blink: he is the stink

of the commencement of the primal day,
with its insistence you’re alive. Be vigilant:
the man in you decided to arrive.




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