...A Poem by Ookpikhttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sGI2Tdj04QI&ab_channel=0queenpowa0. . . The blasts sound out Against the barren skeletons, The steel and concrete, Rubble-gangplanks and sand. . In the distance, I hear them going off - Popping, like bubblegum … But the closer they get, the more They shake and rattle, The more they make the baseboards whimper, The ceiling disassemble and the plumbing, leak. . As I listen to them pattern their way To my exposed, glass-pane loft, . I feel my dick get hard And the tumble-down bottle Of dusted Maker’s Mark, . Call. . . . © 2022 Ookpik |
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