Call this a poem, (poem)




this space





where my mind



is slim enough to slip





through bars



between which my brain gets stuck,





where my inner



Fascist and Marxist





meet, and my male and my female



me, lie, roll





together and, tumbling through the sky,



fight, and fuck.









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