When content to sit

Rodin’s Thinker goes breeding
in the summertime.
He (cross-dressed once
or twice) begs the ladies
proffer queries: whence
the struggle of the sexes,
whence fantastic old age
that shaves women
into fleks of marble
cast back into the pitch?
Then like the Sphinx
(his go-getter cousin)
he devours his women kicking.

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~ by Jeremy on June 5, 2013.

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