the iconic brass boy stands on top
of the world urinating violently
his laughter cracking the floor
running down and around steaming
like an onion it drips off the south pole
reels out into space droplets
that catch the sun in golden spray
freezing in the vacuum of gaze
swinging back to attention
each is not a little world
just think of him up there
laughing like a clanking ape
nothing else happening anywhere
everything just silent waiting
until it's enough
until something remembers
reaches down
strokes it up into arousal
they wait forever
in their shared breath
each a tree grown into the other
leaning in together
ready
for the last laugh
.
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