“Oh Armsy, I Meant
to Say”--------àif you
Encounter
a Sensation
which
Irritates
the Bowels of the Mind’s
Antiquity—
and this Humility
really
Served no
fucking
Purpose—80
Degrees, atop my Matutinal
Throne
of Nerves
and the Usual Cheap
Suit—(s) this Man
Who has Swam in—
this
is
my
only Sin:
watching Hers
Slip
in the Past: Portered
My Portly Nature
so
Helplessly
I
Put:
thy Ass
is Bound—
thy is thy
Chafed—
and thy is
Bemused
by thy own
Defiance