mind fuck

Did I fuck your mind
too hard,
jarring the muck,
and crossing the line
between your boulevard
of lies and dreams?
Did I ream the seams
between your teases
and your reality
of what seems,
creaming and
scarring your hymen
with sticky reality semen?
Did I penetrate
the Straits of Medulla,
clotting your oblong
lotta bullshit?

c. 2001, 2008 Evan Gilling

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