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total eclipse of the pea
by Philip F De Pinto
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mother I oft
wonder who your mother
was and she who was to become mine
in no uncertain terms
who fearful of the germs
of full commitment
and arrived at a certain age
was to sabotage
every creative act and urge
I had to splurge on me and mine
so splurge splurge
mother whilst yea may
fore and aft there is no other way
god made the world
in six days or two hundred
and eighty eight hours
yet I couldn't make you
if I had all the time in the world
and still I try
don't ask me why
II
well waddaya know!
mother despite the tsunami of your tears
finally and alas I'm dry
behind the ears
and still the damp years
yet to be
the total eclipse of the pea
cry
baby don't show
rather illustrate to me why
you're so quick to rush to love's defense
when no offense was taken
and lest I bore
you with the details
you shall suffer
them the more
lest you think I am in error
as to my foundations shaken
lest I offend to the core
I will say one thing
in my defense
you the other
there was no other
than these to say
as everything worth saying
came or were issued out
in pairs
why is it
then that
the hairs
of the fair haired sun
come snaring on the ear drum
tousled yet split at their end
beaming as they ought?
III
once we fought
for such beams
as seemed to scamper about
in our cold water flat
the cat
on the window sill
was one curled up dude
not to be rude
lest you think him crude
harping on the solitude
god made the world
in six days or two hundred
and eighty eight hours
give or take a few nanoseconds
yet I couldn't make you out or in
If I had all the time in the world
and still I try
baby don't query me why
because the answer will always be
because
just because
01/17/2013 Posted on 01/17/2013
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