- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Oyster
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Click here“Let’s talk
of carpenters
and walruses”
“You mean the 70’s duo?
aren’t they dead?
and why the walrus?”
“The walrus was Paul
but I digress
we’re talking oysters baby”
“Oysters?”
“Yup
very oyster baby.
How can I put this
discretely?”
“I like a man
with a beard.
In the morning
when we kiss
all I smell is me.
Is that too Paris?”
“You like my beard?”
“Let me smell.
It smells of soap.
You lonely mister?”
“I was talking oysters”
“It’s July
even walruses know
the oysters are bad”
“I was speaking metaphorically”
“You like your metaphor?
Raw?
Or maybe with a splash of Tabasco?
Raw heat, Mister?
In the morning
we could kiss
and taste a little fire
that would be sweet.
Who the fuck is Paul?”
“Paul who?
I was talking oysters!”
- COMMENTS
BooMerenguealmost 20 years agoI like this, too. Only wish there was more of it. Thanks darkmaas.
Angelinealmost 20 years agoyou're on my favorites list. I love this D. Your poetic dialogues are wonderful--searching and truthful, with a touch of surreal. The world is your oyster baby. :D
P.S. You snuck this one by me!
