Severed heads of kings still living in his hands
the sun is shining through the magician's black cloak
blinded impoverished towards the end listening for the vigorous
sound of sperm out of the magic wand every
night the ejaculating nipple of a present father figure
an inherited emotional life's omitted magical piano sounds out
of a stone age hunter hut open towards the
lake what a playful wandering among unfinished world pictures
the smiling naked one is in the set trap
Mikael Ejdemyr
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/fathr-or-immovable-mover-4/
