Wednesday, January 25, 2006
january by fred seidel
The windchill factor
which is Western thought
received an IV drip of syrup of clove.
I have a dream. I have a dream the
background radiation is a
warm ocean, and a pasture for
desire, and a
beach of royal psalms.
The IV bag is a warm ocean,
is a body not your own feeding your body.
My body loves your body
is the motto of Tahiti.
Two flying saucers mating,
one on top the other, flap and flow, in love.
Each is a black
gun soft as a glove.
which is Western thought
received an IV drip of syrup of clove.
I have a dream. I have a dream the
background radiation is a
warm ocean, and a pasture for
desire, and a
beach of royal psalms.
The IV bag is a warm ocean,
is a body not your own feeding your body.
My body loves your body
is the motto of Tahiti.
Two flying saucers mating,
one on top the other, flap and flow, in love.
Each is a black
gun soft as a glove.
Labels: poesies
// posted by H. Brown @ 5:11 PM 