Daniel Gallik

Confessions of Dumb Men

Herchel lives seduced
and seducing, so alone,
yet with many, and much
afraid. Diverse lust
controls a once simple
man. In every place
and during every time,
he is vain. Intemperance
of desire grab his loco
balls and consumes him.
Herchel smiles. I smile
for him. I think he
has found love, and I
am proven correct. Day
in, day out the grave
seriousness of lust makes
his life on lonely earth
crest with orgasm, with
the grins of women and
his own hand. I am not
arrogant enough to blast
his desires because I
have the same hard lusts.
Yes, I will go to Herchel
now, and be with him for
awhile, hoping his powers
shall rub off on me, and
I will find a lady like
one on the back of a silver
dollar, but painted, ready
for my aching groin. If
not, I, like Herchel, will
use my old, blistered hand
and dream, dream of the one
I will never find, find.

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