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What shall we suppose?
Perhaps a sweetheart rose?
Should we assume a nose in it?
Let’s be brief.
Love: Grief
Coral reef
Belief
The briefs fit the deepest depths and sallowest of
shallows
Case in point:
Knot me not in no loose knickers
I caught you hot-fisted with a snickers
bar like shoo on a fly with lip flickers
up to your nose in the red rose pickers shed
Oh come on !
Tea with a wench and sex with your shoes on?
OK
Let’s say more expansively:
You pulled fly-flickers off sticky tape
I made a salad of wings and grapes
We drizzled dressing on minute blue bodies
Fly little things!
Flow before it’s too late!
Away with your nose hairs for wings
as if nose picks could fly…
tooth: guitar: ice
cubes: riffs:lies
cobs: kings: and no ifs ands or buts
grief fits like tight knickers in a twist
that’s not right
in a poke
in a pie
it’s all a silk purse with strings and tiny seed
pearls small as caviar or maybe flies eggs on wedges
of toast and chopped egg yolk
Part II (There was no I)
Roast Beef in the Biology Lab:
Holy-holy pock-pock tropical blue crackers
flop-flop through trinity of trendy misspelled
elements
in a sub-topical rain forest otherwise known as
Hamadryas feronia
Apha-la-la-pha to di-dignity of a somewhat be-betaman
My sentiments exactly
Butterflies have no real lives
be-better cut his baba-balls and put them on a steel
tray
Well done Sarah, suture this up
Hill of beans, Troy
The future is yet to ( K Sarah)
Ha-haricots vert
Saran wrapped
Da-dans les yeux
Your dancing eyes
One higher
One dips
Thumbs out
Blue cracker-jack jeans
Rems maybe embers from
Some other dreams
On this anniversary
You forgot
I was never a member of any club
But do you remember this?
//’…holds the nipple button gently between almost-limp
lips, perhaps pouted outward to bring only their
moist, smooth surfaces into contact. By rapid but
gentle alternate blowing and sucking, [] makes the
nipple move in and out between [] stationary lips.”//*
Verities in vin
Veins rose
Contents
Dregged
Hollow hollow hollow
Now co-come tits in ha-hand
sew them back on one on ea-each elbow-bow
Apollo-pollonize the up-upper arms and
grease the mo –monkey
Holy pock-pock throck-rock
morton and sa-salt the trayed bean ba-balls
terribly trembly
Eh what?
These spec-specimens de-deserve
pride of place op-optically hard-jarred on platinum
shelves
Take off the specs miss
Did you forget?
//…takes the entire nipple into [] mouth and milks it
between the body of [] tongue and [] palate as above,
but with some suction and firm pressure to make the
stimulation deeper. Rocking the tongue from side to
side adds …”//*
A proud place near Einstein’s ho-homeless brain
in the pock-pock ha-hall of fa-fame
Hey bu-buddy holy-holly
they bu-built a shrine for your glasses where
Shriners’ relatives pass through the corridors slow as
molasses their asses behind the glasses ahead too many
cousins breeding in and out and among themselves fog
the lenses and whole hall is overwhelmed by little
magicians on motorized scooters that supervise the
brigade of gawkers going toot-toot
Pock-pock-pock in the pa-parade later this summer
sure co-co come to so-so beach blue eyes give me a
shiner
the circus is in town or a fiver
and le-lets make black verse outta that
con-conference
frere while carnies cry Chorney Ochi!
The way ravens call each other to a torn bag of
pop-corn
Oh my eyes my eyes
Part III
This Is An Oph-ophthalmic Solution
Ad-adverse to su-subtraction
ads act-tract crowds to three ring
grins and a variety of impressions:
clowns beverages acrobats trapeze nets hard benches
but no tigers and lions
Main attraction: a marine world where a cadre of
tadpoles weaves through a school of goldfish on a day
trip taking an underwater train that goes choo-choo
through oyster tunnels and hot pools
Shmock shmuck
I think I can’t
Oh I miss your stink shamrock king
And since you know me so well
Why don’t you blarney shekels into small change
Why didn’t you come over and smell the stones
In the fire-pit in the cold cut of a too quick dawn
In a pig’s eye I will
Oh stop your porker business from a minute and drowse
my senses
Swine swine swine
Part IV (This part taken intravenously)
Gulled by his first wife swindled by his second he
dwindled to nothing by the third
was caught in a window by the fourth barely escaping
with his life
and swore on the fifth when she ahemed and amended her
rights
as a franchised owner that a fried fish outlet was out
of the question
Part V ( Get out alive)
Meanwhile it continues to rain in Spain. Dr. RX
Harrison
trades Mary Poppins for Audrey Hepburn and she becomes
overnight
his Sherlockian Docteress Watson
In another part of town her father is getting ready to
take her to the church on time
He: one pint of bitter
the other of kindness
She: what kind of fool are you
for love
He: regular
one size fits all
She: (affecting a Spanish-cockney accent)
Take off the sombrero amigo
I recognise you through the moustaches
Your are the bandit of love from the post-office wall
Who drew those smoke rings round your eyes?
He: Basta! Come here you un-speakable wench
Yes I will make creosote out of your oily hips ( and
he slaps his holster twice for the desired affect)
She: Well, if you feel you must
B-tribe is back in town and they’re moaning a song for
you in the bathtub
And it goes something like this ( strike up a pale
imitation with the one man-band bandolino and viola
player ( the girl singer moves her lips in sync to a
pre-recorded constantly self-looping voice of a
deep-sea bass: as follows))
Zoots alors
Have we factored in the floor
No but we did the floor
(refrain)
Not the floor
Yes the floor
The floor roars
Not with that damed petroleum again
We are unctuous enough
ladidadi da
ladidadi da
Part VI ( No sex)
Its past sunset
The night is a solemn house
and
//”…as a final fillip at the end of an episode…[]
catches the nipple button gently between []
lip-covered or bare teeth and either .shakes [] head
gently or leans back to put the nipple under mild
stretch.”//*
Part VII
It’s always April in Paris and May in Madrid.
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* excerpts from The Marriage Art by John E.Eichenlaub.
M.D. ( over a million in print in 1966!)
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