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Click hereHUNCHBACK IN THE PARK 700501
By JC STREET © 2004
There is a hunchback in
the park he’s been
there for three years and
no one thought to touch him they
thought he was dead
He still is, but
it’s too early to tell where
the body is buried
--certainly not beneath
the girl moaning softly under the tree
certainly not in that cave
over the hill where
Venus sets
Who can he be the pale
figure with a bone
in his mouth
That’s no dog
throwing its howl to the moon that’s
no chisel
severing his mouth
leaning drunkenly into the wind
There was a girl
here today plump
thighed with a blue
school tunic
hiked up higher than the regulations
permit
She dreamed of the hunchback three nights
back
and thought she was dead
But she still comes
dangerously plump-thighed
in spring
Days like this there’s no tomorrow the
sun takes care of that
bathing
the ruby glow under the tummy
forgetfulness . . .to be continued
--30—
(all girls in this poem are over-18—some of them are 90)
into the mythology of this park... And given that some of these girls are over 90 now, this mythology has a long history. Very good.
jim : )
into the mythology of this park... And given that some of these girls are over 90 now, this mythology has a long history. Very good.
jim : )