#19

Like the knot in those

doubled-laced L.A. Gears

fused needed strength of jaw,

sharp edge K-9 to begin the

unraveling processes;

Like the scorched dusty throat earth

cracked puckered lips

pressing in and praying

for a fix;

Like the first thing seen

in face of alarm clock

stone but to desperately be

gold bullion;

Like the last joint saved for rainy day

mouth vibrates seethes saliva

makes dick hard

betrays logic

as a yellow flame whips

around the heart.

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