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Click heretime to let me out
shaking my cage
blanket covered dark and hidden
so the bird forgets to sing?
I will not be closed out
come on, give up the key
breaking free not with
a gentle trickle stream
over sand warmed toes
no, flooding out and out
and out, tidal wave over the floor
get a rag and watch your step,
if you were not already
knocked over.
my pussy whip demanding
demanding to be called “cunt”
cut the bullshit
poetic dancing around
what this really is
who I really am
not a gentle
snow shaking
sofa curled puss
sleeping on flannel
paint your name down my back
yeah, you heard me right
spell it out clear
you know the words
the harsh hard words
on fire with simple truth
your whore, your slut,
your key, please
time is up
Je-zus,
cut the bullshit
poetic dancing around
you really know how to do this 5,10,15 if I could give it
This poem was mentioned in the Archival Review thread, in a picking through Lit's archive of over 38,000 poems.
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