Tying the pimp in dreams to a lamppost <br />His tuxedo wet with wheedled kisses, can <br />I wake up sucking the footprints of toilets <br />In jails that glitter like crash-dived marquees. <br /> <br />A dog appears in call letters on my skin. <br />Twin worlds, who exchange threats via scoreboard <br />I rival this night, this fight to the death <br />With enough leftover, ooze for twosies yet. <br /> <br />Either even, I wish I could put on take off <br />My clothes without first saying to my cock <br />"Excuse me, is this yours," while the stars <br /> <br />The collected no-shows of eternity, rise. <br />Hey, remember the way painters gauge perspective? <br />Me, I cut the thumb off and throw it at stuff.<br /><br />Bill Knott<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/castration-envy-11/
