pensile monument


of all the wonders
of the world
to marvel at
I stand staggering
looking at my own
dangling ogre
itself staring down
a white well
shooting a yellow tongue
a spiral of energy
its urgent kiss
till I stand empty
of purpose
and Heraclitus’
bare truth
before my
dripping sex.




Nihilistic Poetry

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