the obscene in verse:
I am the ephemera of
the mind dissolving, the
broken lease of the body,
fever sweat, the little
indignities of indigestion
the logic of word and
deed will die with you,
I have none—if there
were time, but there is
no time—knuckles swell—
putrid and prurient
dizzy from the fall
of man, gorged and
gagging, bound and sold
under teenaged irony
the obscene in verse
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