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Click hereWe all smiled
and chewed the
non committal banter,
trying not to stare.
We all thought
the same thing.
how the hell
does she keep that
strapless pinnacle of flimsy
from obeying natural law
and slip?
Theories got tasted
with canapés and cocktails,
of safety pin pierced nipples,
of static charged implants,
of a low pressure vortex
in the valley between.
Maybe old time voodoo,
maybe new day arrowhead
vanity tech, indistinguishable
from magic...
...or maybe this, maybe that,
it's there, and still,
almost not.
or maybe just duct tape,
it holds everything else
in the universe together
But not even Occam’s razor
could slash inflated libidos
into submission.
We all smiled
and ached to keep
our eyes eye level.
It never fell,
and we
never found out.
I tend to agree with the knowlogable clues of both Champagne 1982 and Big Dada. I share your passionate painful memories, as I am sure any man would. That's our lot on this earth, won't have it any other way either.
This poem was mentioned in the Archival Review thread, in a picking through Lit's archive of over 36,500 poems.
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