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by rain70

Posted to Action Poetry on 2003-08-22 08:55:00

Nakedness is a friend
To woman only. Nudity

Is a nubbed brawl with
Death, I mean art.

Shawl is a Delaware, a flag
Stitcher, grandmas’ hair.

Boot is up your ass, sideways.
In your, on your, chest

Tiny tip of heel grinding
Gravel on a road, a trail.

Cape is the rape
Of a coat. You can’t

Rape the willing. No sleeves.
Sweeping the ankles, thanking the

Drinking the blood and keeping
The hero safe and warm.

Shoe is dessert, not similie
Of foot. Put me down

For a pair. A closet is
A box with a floor.

Some people buy more, sweeten
Their loads with design

Or torture. Brings us
Back to boot, an offshoot.

Shirt is dessert. No.
Shirt is desert. Or

Forest or billboard. I’m
Bored with yours, take it

Off. Brassiere! Ah!
Over the shoulder

Boulder holder, double-
Barrelled sling-shot,

Hot to trot, what
Have you got

Under there? Got
Milk? I’m crude

And pant like a
Dog. Pants! A

Pair? But you only
Get the one! Two

Legs, no one begs
For a single

Thing they don’t
Contain. Money.

Cock. Chicken, I mean
Pussy, I mean change

Comes from within. Where
Have you been? I’m standing

Around in my underwear! Do
You care? Dry clean. Wet

Dream. These stains come
Out, don’t worry. What’s

Your hurry? Hand me
My belt, now bend

Over and grab your
Ankles. It’s my turn

Next. Next we have
A glove. Gloves. We’re digging

A hole. We’re late to
The opera. We’re surgeons

Or kittens. Mittens pulling
Meals from a flaming

Box. I’m hungry, pass
Me a rib. I’m wearing

My bib, and my favorite

Smile. One hat
For everytime I change

My mind and want
To cover up my head.

What do you wear
When you’re fed?

No, I don’t mean dead.