read my lips
people often stop and say: your lipstik matches your
glasses today a sub-standard banalité my reply in
a sub-growl: yes it does shlub !
i mean would you say that to someone? hopefully you
are a person of imagination sublime and you would
likely say:
your lips are a trip
that shade of penispink
is a mix of science beauty
and mystery may i run
my thumb over them?
YES you can i’m sure by this juncture my fans
have noticed this is my first post-apocalyptic ie.,
radiation subjugation in a dank summer basement poem
YES radiation is done burnsfading lifeforce forcing its way
back running free at Golf Town while i sit in my local park
looking at newborn twins quite hungrily
thinking of a Trini friend who died yesterday at 60 on his 2nd
honeymoon his laugh a reggae-lilt we often sparred dramatically
but patched things up over mother’s deathbed
where i wrestled a shortguy named Mordecai to the ground
as he tried to hoist mother befriend me at your own risk
but please do!
radiation burned thru my bitterness now a pristine-dream
of a motherless child waiting by the Rivers of Babylon
mum? mum? muuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuum? is that you?
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Summer 2024 ..OVER.. not a burnt offering anymo..
And God said to Abe: take your only son Isaac whom you love
+offer him as a burnt offering on a mountaintop..
Here a pyre there a Varian machine
GO CAM!
songanddancegirl 