Whereforto Ye Wanderers

Whereforto Ye Wanderers.



Thursday, March 10, 2011

history repeats

While still a virgin,

I fucked my mother

in sinewy dreams

and upon awakening

cloaked myself in

obligatory shame.

This was before I

knew anything of

Oedipus.

When I was younger,

and still limber,

I’d grab my thighs

and bend my back

to shove my own dick

down my throat.

This was before I

knew anything of

Narcissus.

When in high school,

I saw my sister’s

naked breasts as she

came out of the shower,

and invented stories

to tell my friends

about her fucking

basketball players

This was before I

knew anything of

Faulkner.

These tendencies

run, even

through the best of us

it seems.

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