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Urination, don't take it for granted

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Urination, don't take it for granted

Dick Burton examining Liz Taylor's rectal sphincter for blood.
      That's love.
            Sexual love. Pornographic, anthropological, primate love.

              *                  *                  *

Newton wrote the Principia
      So only serious mathematicians would comprehend.
            "I've been faking my way through life," he lied.

              *                  *                  *

They say the white pine whispers
      What the wind can't say.
            In the blowdown there's a slow ballet.

              *                  *                  *

I am a citizen of the empire.
      Moonlight & heartbeat.
            Zach's feet stink.

              *                  *                  *

One hawk.
      Flying low, scaring crows.
            No snow.

              *                  *                  *

Watres pipyng hoot.
      First, entertain. Then expectorate (spit).
            Lapdancer, spiderweb.

              *                  *                  *

Avoid the I,
      Avoid yourself, and enter the void?
            I think not.

              *                  *                  *

Summer morning, rabbit in my garden.
      Let it be or send a warning.
            Let the rabbit eat my peas.






Copyright © | Year Posted 2015

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