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Needles and Pins
"why even the old get qualms
age spares no one the heebie-jeebies"
a shrouded hooded boy brought me
the Hooded Terror of foreskin
I kind of remember the swing
dimly as through a veil of flesh
the core of pure ivory
hooded curved tusk of ivory
Sickle held high in threat
the white sheeted wet figure
of a man, or a wet boy
light under water, light
from an inner source
strikes a curved silver blade
the marvelous scimitar boy
pouring tea from an uncut cock
with the sheets lifted
high to show his tea set
a sea of liquid ivory
very threatening to the young
Turn back, back
the blade of silver guillotine
that cut my head in numb
tumble to his feet,
to eat out the ivory light
from a magnificent furore
lingo 4
 Books in print by Kevin Killian
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