Larry the poet

By Michael Basinski

At lunch my friend Larry said,
He had a dream
of a girl
With a mile long tit
It comes at me,
He spread his arms wide
Over shoulder
Boulder holder
Release the kraken!
Big as a whale
A melon bus
It comes at me
He
Screamed
I’m defenseless.
A cripple
In front of the oncoming
Nipple
Crushed by a moon
Pinned to my
Night bed
He
Screamed
In the soft moth light
Mouth open to feed
My wanton
Need.