Visit a monkey in the tree of his life
He doesn't eat the fruit before it is ripe
When the sugar turns to alcohol
He shares his crop with one and all

The alcoholic tangerines are free
The alcoholic tangerines for you
The alcoholic tangerines for me

Sunday, November 18, 2018

The Ugly Alphabet


Where can my eyeballs go to hide from these letters
This Satanic alphabet imposing its own structure
These figures aren’t lovely
My mind is troubled in the attempt
To bend them to an erotic purpose.

Unlike their facile Hebrew counterparts
That Swedenborg once found to be impenetrable
Only pulled their skirts up an inch
And still he was driven mad by their beauty
They left him raving naked through the town at midnight..

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