FOOT OF MY BED

 

I’m laying across

the foot of my bed

writing this down

 

It’s a familiar position

and a familiar

frame of mind

 

My back is sore

I scratch a few flea bites

and look at a cut from work

my eyes are bleary

 

My face is unshaven

I feel my dick half erect

wishing it was longer

so I write this poem

 

March 1986

 

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