The lucky sir

You’re in the presence of an incessant equation.
Suffer please this mere scholarship agreed
upon like the tangle of your childhood memory.

We may call it a missive, might call it a recipe.
You take two lovers added them kids on every brink
imaginable and confuse their common ganglia plenty.

Give them haunted nudity and a multiplying of hungry
ova then filet their pride until it only slinks.
What a vista of legs spread open the doctors have

lost their smirks or sold them to a reservation fraud.
Give them hints the way Oscar did when he brilliant him
said vanity is a product of the indoors choking to death.


~ by Jeremy on May 6, 2012.

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