Non-Erotic Poetryi see the susan'si see the susan's
blackened eyes bobbing,
their rythmic dance
blowing beneath the sun.
its coming on,
the weight of bowed heads
shut eyes tight wrapped
for the memory of
polyester leisure days,
of grass stained toenails
and withered, sappy pines.
fatherless days of unforgiving
and secrets snuggled
close to mother's breast.
all the time spent wasted,
staring at my own reflection
in the swirl of a skirt.
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