- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Parting Fogs of Generations
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Darkness all around, but glow just ahead.
As a youngster, I stared and knew not the sight
Of blobs that burst and swam through my head
By her bed, my Mommy had a brand new light.
They quivered and quaked and globbed and baked
Like so many eggyolks bubbling to boil.
I thought of them not as things to be caked,
But playmates in a game who stayed quite loyal.
To the top they rolled and dove back down,
Merging and blending in the underneath light.
A tear on her cheek, my Mom watched them drown
As her Beatles played 'A Hard Days' Night.'
I held her tight, listening to the thump
Of her heart 'neath her breast as we watched the show.
Our friends spun and twirled to the bass man's bump
While the angels of blob danced in lavalamp glow.
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