I sit in a dark Mr.
Potato-head
putting feet on my nose
and a nose up my ass.
The dark is like hotbutter,
a sin of clarified limbs.
After eating a sneeze
I fart out a walk
and in between
I blink out a piss;
in the far corner
I wait for her
like a hand waits to hear,
"put it there, partner!"
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