A Spring Thought

Forest ferns all foetal
uncomma themselves
to full-frontal green grammar

Sex percolattes in the soil,
hormoans bloating
the bulbs shouldering up
break-through flowers
gluttoning themselves
senseless with sunsex
as we lean forward to sniff
their delicate wide-ons
all petal perfumed
in the quiet orgy of gardens

The Best Part of Me

THEY ARE THE WOMEN

There are Women who last a lusttime in a Man's groin.
There are Women who last a lovetime in a Man's heart.
There are Women who last a lifetime in a Man's soul.

God sleeps at the edge of the universe
where the clarity of science fades to uncertainty
where the deep-throated howls of women
in the full froth of fuck
soften into wet whispered somethings
soothing in the vowel of O

The universe is a wOmb
The earth is an egg swirling dervish in cumulus cum.

Their small breasts
fit firm
into my hand
into my mouth
into my poem
warmly as a sparrow snuggles in its nest

I love how they open their legs
in the shape of YESOYES
fitting into them
firmly as the rugged root of an oak
into the sun soft soil

They are the Women
who make the best part of me
uncivilized.

We Con The People

COMMITTING POETRY -- FREE SPEECH

POETRY IS POETENCY

Dedicated to the supremacy of Poetry over mediocrity.

Departure Lounge to the Imagine Nation

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SECURING THE IMAGINE NATION

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