Phallic Symbols [excerpts + 1] – Cletus Crow
February 20, 2024
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I haven’t looked at the sky in years.
The most effective sunsets
are seen while walking out of Walmart.
Mundane mixes with miracle
then you get our semi-charmed life.
Dad’s orgasm was that powerful.
I wrote a book about herbal supplements.
Fuck Obama’s music list and
every opinion on AI art.
No one’s out to get me anymore.
Time to perfect my recently invented
perpetual motion machine.
There isn’t pain outside this window.
Maybe you hate America.
I’m learning Night Moves on piano.
The world’s more eggshell than oyster
but it’s still an aphrodisiac.
I’m baking garlic bread just for fun.
Vasectomy
you called me fickle
I was offended
arguments afterward
taste like dead kids
if someone snipped
my violin string
your ticket punched
shrugging silence
think how easy
the absence of poop
yet future selves
could see it as bone
we could need kids
to stay in love you say
haha funny joke
our black tea is cold
Dildo
vibrating like
hate mail
from anonymous
kinda jealous
know i shouldn’t be
but still
it’s simply better
bigger
neon green silicon
the lightsaber
of old jedi masters
the sound too
as a big boy
i gorged star wars
with granddad
meek manhood
meat pizza
mom’s not home
i wish my penis
could cut
through blast shields
recalling
oneself so innocent
bad headache
Phallic Symbols
I wield my penis point up
so its cyclops eye
can imagine clouds as animals,
no thirst for blood,
only elephants and God.
My penis is innocent
and loves God,
the ultimate penis haver,
who has everything
so His penis is just what it is.
One day, I will gather
every shotgun,
guitar, lightsaber, limitation,
cucumber, eggplant,
spear and shame.
I will push this sexy pile
down a volcano
so my penis can be just what it is:
just some troubled worm,
another brain
and a broken feeler
that reminds me of your teeth.