stand-up pornographic comic
who sometimes gets a little soggy
but in a good way
a theoretical skate-boarder
twirling in the empty park of his brain
but the soul suffers
with no sauce on it
the theology of pretense
until you figure out which
fo’c’sle is which and can send
out the longboats of your desire
over the holy land
assuring a livelihood
on the backs of others
but then who isn’t
beholden to his brother
not fit to kiss his father’s feet
the sheen of his mother’s fate
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