happy anniversary

among the living,
there are dead.
walking on the world,
like happy buddhas.
david bowie,
played in my brain,
getting higher.
the dogs interrupted
my train of thought.
i stood straight.
sat back down,
meditating.
am i still
a good fuck?
my dirty talk,
showed on his face.
before the fire,
burned out.
i was rewarded,
in my time.
with a black robe,
and new shoes.
a born again virgin.
i got lost in the garden,
to catch my breath.
he met me,
at the door.
i was crippled,
with my balls
in his mouth.
my sacrilegious
religion,
made his cock hard,
we closed the windows.
and put on
another david bowie album.

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