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Slap Me Silly
by Philip F De Pinto
as certain
as poetic licenses need renewing
as certain as love is to stewing
in its own juices as certain
as curtain call
come to some
lucky ole thespian as certain
as are drawn the you and i
to meld into we
into one as certain
as we are to recline on our singular back
in our love shack
as certain as we in that shack
have our sides of the bed
this is my side
of the story
which had better not lack
a tough hide
if I am to draw it like curtain
as far back as revelation
sans a hint of arm twisting or other subtle persuasion
these are the facts as far as I can discern
all in all
the would be moll
would mock
would turn turn turn
would in my yawp stuff a sock
label my soul
a pip squeak
in addition qualified my wit
that of a nit
slap me silly!
with her it was ball
or nothing at all
with this Eve it was all
all about flex-
ing the love muscle - the sheer physicality
the roar nay the lag in her lear jet Philly -
intermittent intermingled intertwined with spots o' Eee Gee tea
and on the setting chill
on the sun garnished hill
the demeanor the reception the notion
that she thought every bit
of my well endowed charactertepidandweak
commences a leak
in the eye
a clicking in the coccyx
in tandem with
these an ocean
I sigh
01/18/2013 Posted on 01/18/2013
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