A strung-out rectangle before eden

From his rib grow women
who are slave to his plantlife.
Between his toes, a penis mushroom
begs and begs, sweetly to a pallid ear
   to be first plucked and second smeared
over her jaw where the dusts of marijuana
unzip her and him alike, 
then the finer snow 
first warm and second borrowed
from his sac of papaver and from Kiliminjaro
arrests her nose, and she attests,
all his sides a humid molest,
   to the measure of his member and his hard-on at rest

A gift for someone’s ‘nother day colder.


~ by Jeremy on June 11, 2009.

One Response to “A strung-out rectangle before eden”

  1. Cute.

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