- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Meditations Down a Shot-gun Barrel
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Things that stand between me and a roadkill grave:
the feverish art of dodging,
those out of the way points where my world intersects with the "real" one,
my colossal, haunting left eye,
a loving and savvily finaggling mom,
the scars that armor my memory,
a vampirish connoisseurship of life,
a reliable white Taurus with a leopard steering wheel cover,
an illustrated history of China, especially the sections about their literati,
a respectable talent for lying,
and an inkling of the fierce balance of the cosmos.
- COMMENTS
My Erotic Taleabout 19 years agothis poem says alot while not saying it <grin>
and an inkling of the fierce balance of the cosmos.
when you can find balance on a ball soaring 66,000 miles an hour thru space, welcome to tranqulity, but watch for the one who will shoot you with a shot gun blast just for looking like you might have a better grasp on life than they <grin>
inspiring poem
