Short Ovulating Poems

Funny that
I used to take pretty
Girls out for coffee
In the seventies
And they questioned me
How come
You don't want to 
Get in our pants?
Are you gay?

No and no.

I just want
Your intellect
Is that so odd?

Sex might come later
But for now 
It matters not
If you are menstruating or ovulating
Your mind is what I want
Don't you get it?...

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Reason bare of structure like a storm
Ovulating in an angry sea
Stir sedition and juxtaposes its norm
Ego-wise against a season's glee
Latent turbulence primed with insecurity
Drizzled from a tempestuous sun
Altar of a sadist's alternating history

Gulp your blustering track to the mark
Rendered as God's boundary
Exert not your vain effort to spark
Excitement of lightening in the air
Never more your rage shall cloy my heart with fear....

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I bought a pair of
off-brand running shoes today.

The impoverished man who made them, the man who birthed them sole to tongue in
some third-world hellhole slept like a baby that night after sewing
steadfast at machine no. 21 all day and into the night.
He was too
tired to make love to his young wife and
she was ovulating.

I am become fate,
decider, a 
two dollar bathroom-machine rubber. 
I have become Hadrian's latex wall, and
I have changed the course of history....

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