down in me

All this and more
could be yours if
your wheelbarrow
wheels over my
pretty pretty toes.
Harmful if swallowed
particularly at night.
Hey. Hey? Hey
don’t bogart the
nachos, dude.
My urethra has
swollen to the girth
of three octopus
tentacles.
Large purple ones.
Clean, teen scene,
serene. Obstacled.
Tentacled. And a
little bitty shitty we’ll
call Billy, that spits
his sputum, spurts
his semen, strains
his sternum, into the
basin after dark.