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korn
Poet
10/06/2008
20:17:11
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fog is creeping in
on my back porch
morning and I wake
aroused
first thought
that girls cleavage
in the dollar store
she was probably like 17
I didn’t make it a point
to think about her cleavage
no not me
I just woke up thinking
about it, it’s not my fault
frogs are creeping in
on my back porch
big fat bowling ball frogs
they hop on lumpy asses
and bump my screen door
I nod my head and brush my teeth
I’m creeping in
to work
on time today.
I move my office upstairs
I move all my files
my stapler, tape dispenser,
pencils and pens, and hole puncher
to a smaller desk on the third floor
I get some work done
doesn’t feel like enough
I type and write a few papers
and take out the office garbage.
sunlight is creeping in
all up in my car mirrors
on the way home
across the bridge
sacraments are creeping in
incense and ghost chants
on my back porch
I call my cable company
and school loan people regarding letters
informing me that
I’m past due
this is not so, I talk
to them and straighten it out
breasts, breasts, perfectly
round breasts in the dollar store.
nothing is creeping in
on my back porch
nothing I open the door
and see my Swedish ivy
healthly and lush
I pour water in
to the dirt
dark earth warm soil
green leaves coiled and framed
on orange sky
pepper plant popping with red
and green
popping breasts popping into my vision
healthy mother milk of a world
in the harvest hearth of October
I’m not past due
no no no
I’m a spice grinder
you’re a bowl
let’s make tongue explosions.
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Pris
Poet
10/07/2008
13:52:27
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Good one, John. I like the way you free associate to yourself as you ride down the poem.
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Mike
Poet
10/07/2008
19:37:50
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Good stuff JK.
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cat
Poet
10/12/2008
01:08:47
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tongue explosions..
yum
Reminds me of a commercial where a woman, bodacious, leans over the loafs of bread they are advertising & all you see are her fleshy pillows trying to escape & the voice over says "For the breast bed in town" .. (or something quite similar)
So, yeah.
and agree w/Pris
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korn
Poet
10/12/2008
01:58:02
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Thank you!
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Daryl
Poet
10/19/2008
15:41:18
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Nice one.
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Bart
Poet
10/21/2008
11:27:28
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Yep!
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ron
Poet
10/22/2008
07:18:10
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bump
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