Sunday, February 23, 2014

Makes Us Want to Drop Our Pants

We aren’t waiting –
we know there’s no such thing.
But something’s baiting us
to fling our morals out the door:

something more exactingly
provocatively terrible in store
than we can stand as we sit,
smelling it: eternity is selling it

again: infinity packed fat
with kickass powers.
Next up: that unreasonable
season sporting flowers:

the roaring floral sex-life blare
of plants. Makes us want to drop
our pants, pull out our junk,
and dress it up with bling.

We sense the funk
of Spring.


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