Potion Wranglers

Seersuckers out the poison,
like oh choking women maybe old
men who break
their hips over lines such as this;
folk who talk about themselves
with what is this in my pond
but oh fish hooks I don't feel them
in this the tongueless raw;
even I talk about I
forget sometimes even my manners,
so hello, Hello, to you the prudish
leave your tongues in the wastebasket
by the door, let them soak and let them bloat.
They are taboo fineries in my house.


~ by Jeremy on July 25, 2008.

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