. . . telling those who swarm around him his desire is that an appendage from each of them fill, invade each of his orifices,— repeating, chanting, Oh yeah Oh yeah Oh yeah Oh yeah Oh yeah until, as if in darkness he craved the sun, at last he reached consummation. —Until telling those who swarm around him begins again (we are the wheel to which we are bound). Submitted by Michael Schiavo
Added: 24 Feb 2003 | Last Read: 12 Sep 2026 3:49 AM | Viewed: 4434 times
A PoetryNotes™ eBook is available for this poem for delivery within 24 hours, and usually available within minutes during normal business hours.
ON SALE - only $29.95 19.95!
For more information...