September 19, 2006

She-poet

The thinking man dreams
of the she-poet's body,
ravenous & neurotic,
with flesh like
crisp, unlined paper,
glossy & slick
as a collector's edition reissue,
reeking enticingly of Chanel No. 5
(sold in a patchouli oil bottle).

The thinking man dreams
of the she-poet's notebooks,
soft-spined & filled
with exotically dancing words
written in pencil,
& margins all decorated
with his own initials.

The thinking man dreams
of the she-poet's poems.
They are always vaguely dirty
& give him the beginnings of a hard-on.
That's about it.
He swells with pride
at his response to poetry.


Summer 2005.

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