In The Name Of The Wild, Wet, And Weird
A portrait poem of someone, once held dear by another.
His name was Totsi And he had wet pants, pursed, chapped, woodwind-player lips; a double-jointed elbow, and so much pubic hair, that it peeked out the top of his diapers that he wore under his underwear. ___ His name was Totsi. He liked blowing up balloons and shoving them under his shirt to pretend he had tits. ___ He always came when I used train words while riding his dick. It’s how I earned the title ‘Conductor’. And...
