I Want To Write Poems That...
Squeeze lemon on strange fishy tales.
Pick plasters gingery, while fondling the phone.
Lick long melted lines of Lolita ice-cream.
Sink their teeth into fingers of the hand that feeds them.
Chucks innocent chickens into cock fighting rings.
Knocks over tables and laughs. Ever-so-secretly,
Wraps a vibrator, in paper, with red, printed kisses
Then posts it to that mad nun in Black Narcissus
Copyright © Angela Sutherland | Year Posted 2007
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