nicky wire's legs
Christ is king!
'Sometimes My Goddess'
dedicated to thepoliticalrevolution
Sometimes my goddess
needs a break--
'to the country ill go' she says
(and doesn't invite me).
you'll find her there in dappled grass
sunning her naked self
while the bees nibble at her mons,
as succulent and taut as a melon ripe to bursting*.
sometimes my muse stretches herself out-
after a long days work giving speeches to bores-
in natori pajamas
(silk, thank you very much)
and drowsily,
her little bob Dylan mask poking out
from under the fecundity of her hair,
explains to me the nature of the afro:
"all natural", she says, with a prideful smile
as I swoon, near to fainting.
but sometimes too
she gets a lil bit cranky and disdainful
demanding that I give her attention
and write her poems.
at such times I say to her
"honeybunch" -
or "sweetcheeks"--
"pull that stick out of your arse,
you aint that famous!"
and at that she listens and shapes up
because I am
THE BOSS
in this relationship.
I thank you!
who else would like a poem?!
**********************************
*yuck, who is this muse I have invoked?
dedicated to thepoliticalrevolution
Sometimes my goddess
needs a break--
'to the country ill go' she says
(and doesn't invite me).
you'll find her there in dappled grass
sunning her naked self
while the bees nibble at her mons,
as succulent and taut as a melon ripe to bursting*.
sometimes my muse stretches herself out-
after a long days work giving speeches to bores-
in natori pajamas
(silk, thank you very much)
and drowsily,
her little bob Dylan mask poking out
from under the fecundity of her hair,
explains to me the nature of the afro:
"all natural", she says, with a prideful smile
as I swoon, near to fainting.
but sometimes too
she gets a lil bit cranky and disdainful
demanding that I give her attention
and write her poems.
at such times I say to her
"honeybunch" -
or "sweetcheeks"--
"pull that stick out of your arse,
you aint that famous!"
and at that she listens and shapes up
because I am
THE BOSS
in this relationship.
I thank you!
who else would like a poem?!
**********************************
*yuck, who is this muse I have invoked?
