Poetry

Subliminal Pornography


Come now

If you seek acres of bliss
Back-lit, silken-tongued
Hard-won happiness
Then spread your field
Plant its seeds
Lay down in the shoots in a shower
And get wet
In a big thick oxygenated
Morass of ecstasy

Let wherever you lay
Be a moist and swollen
Bed of comfort

And if a dream comes,
Let it slide inside your whole soul,
Your perfect aspects,
Your private partitions
Your public your country
Let no inhibition or chasm internal
Hijack your elation

Come

Now

 

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