Spine of a Penis
Sneak snake
In its roost the torso roots
The sensor snores
Debases seabeds
Like the enemas of seamen
While the calm clam
Neural and unreal
Resets and steers
Caring, racing
Avoids gores of ogres
A secure rescue
With a bruise and busier
She buries her rubies
Shaven and shied she hides in her havens
But the impure umpire
Smells the spices of pisces
And lights a slight part of a trap…
The gel from a leg,
The resin of a siren.
He arises and raises his latent talent
Like a spitty typist
He hinges and neighs
The sap of the asp wrests and strews its late tale
Evilly, lively and vilely
The sexist exists
© Gaia_Lorraine 2004
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