His Wasteful Woman
yet it was something else
something we never knew
we'd hear or understand
conceptions with the sorting's
conceived thru togetherness
her beleifs were that dividing hers from mine
would create a togetherness
from her need of mine and hers
rituals without conception
concepts without realism
confussed from the lies
she alows herself to beleive
concepts of being right
when she's wrong
that her body might remedy from
one night, what havoc she's caused
over months of resistance
sing ye thou bassoon
from the Bass Cleft Essay Session Series,
Ecstasy and Beau-dikka: "rumps of a raging sea"
they Barest Oboe!
Mocking Boudicca from the
Bassoons in the stream. A story by
Wisswonn Dinner: Dessert Andherlove
let your reed vibrate the beauty
that each tone is heard and song to
listen that she will speak
than sing that she wishes
her bassoon heard
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