i’m three blocks over on
the streets of dover beneath
that neon blight pile on
& i remember your teeth
being far too white on that night
in that light where you broke my heart
your nipple tassels
in my fuzzy navel
i’m turning into the
man i don’t want to
be but surly am
triple x never marked the
spot & why would it, i’m a fool
it’s a shame for me but the
fact is you never knew me, you’ll
agree, nor did you ever want to
& nor were you obliged
your nipple tassels
in my blue balls
i’m leaning into that
void more & more each
sexless day & year
why do you live on in my
mind, so long after the fact
you are the ghost in my
neurons & i want to hate you for that
with all the passion i no longer muster
& all the clucks i no longer fuster
your nipple tassels
in my lava flow
i’m turning into that
stone cold incel & i’m
afraid it’s all my fault
by TONY SINGLE
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unbolt me 
I have always enjoyed the never ending circle of following the links down the rabbit hole. Those tassels will fill your dreams especially if they hang upside down from a well polished chrome steel pole. Once you see them, you can’t unsee them. Once you feel them, you can’t unfeel them and then they become the curtains in your opium den of dreams.
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I will never look at tassels the same way again…
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