Zip Codes of Mortal Bliss
Action begins and the scene is occupied by two living trays
succumbing to powerful activities much against dry cleaning services.
Nature once again proves its wonders
as water filled balloons and inverted cups
turn pressing pressures into pleasures
from two rakes with five long but rounded teeth.
Dialogue exists through sounds coming from a deep hollow without echo,
walking on a flat floor made of six tiles
and admiring anatomical pillars with well defined ridges.
Two opposing, headless snails without shells
come out from their holes to share fluids
so that horizontal rubbers so pink and flexible
dynamically interlock like the maneuvers of an octopus
causing the big headed firm spoon of one tray
to gently slide into the cylindrical funnel of the other
with nothing more to achieve after repeated sessions
leading to spillage for action to call it quit.
Copyright © Funom Makama | Year Posted 2016
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