10 December 2010

dingle poem

for Candy

they grow and form
nebulous shitty beings
that didn't quite make it
into bowl

little dark planets
hung from a single ass hair
suspended in the recesses
of calvin klein underwear

they are the ultimate waste
waste's excess and waste:

the dingleberry.

waste to the tenth power,
like distances in astronomy,
orbits asshole
blackhole, a relic

of the infinite void from which it came
which produces this filthy non-fruit

harvest your crop of dingleberries
and dispose
a near-infinity of disposal
pick, pluck, chop to

harvest dingle harvest
berry harvest dingle

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