I told you things were going to get more complex as time went on. This line, which I ingeniously culled from "A Grief Ago," has nothing to do with cocks, loins, or crotches, but I inserted Crazy Dick into its interpretation anyway because that is what his dick self wanted. Birds sail around his sweet pink face and roost in the whites of his eyes; he is holding, in his clumsy penis hands, a tubby tubby pigposy--"the fats and the flower."
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