- Erotic Poetry
- Spring II
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Click heremeaning? art? beans?
irrelevance proceeding to absurdity?
wheels rubber asphalt rain
fog clouds water cramp
at three a.m. heaven is asleep
bus chair pain discomfort
wilful autoinflicted autoindicted
torture of the soul with tea cosies
hot coffee cold cigarettes
we grind ourselves we drink ourselves
the delirium
the running
the delirium
the water running
the delirium
memory fades reality collapses
arms and hands and legs and backs and necks and
pressure and relaxation and action and reaction
and i go under and i go under with hands on my back and a soft exhalation on my cheek
and fingers are little spiders that tease and play and tease and play and the delirium makes the world shrink and its spiders playing in fields of ripening flesh and the spiders play games silly games in fields of ripening flesh
- COMMENTS
YDDalmost 20 years agoThe last two stanzas seem to almost make sense,
but I seem to be unable to tie the entire work into coherency,
especially with the title.
But maybe that is just the point,
or that there is none.
Question: Is it "its" or "it's"?
