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Groundling Desire
by Philip F De Pinto
Stranded flat on its side of the hammock
With papyrus in one hand and a leaky pen in the other
Issuing out dark flares to his wayward lover
Way over there on her side of the hammock to slide it on over
Dark star manufacturing sky
What is your excuse this time and lame
For not forking down a singular tine
For to wish upon? Hoarder! Of all you hone and conceive
And comprise and never consign down to us
Too smug in the definition to make looser usage of any
To wish upon a lactating star is to unburden
The tine too bloated to be acute in the night
Dark star manufacturing sky
If you will not permit one to suckle upon
That which you zealot close to the vestiture
Will you not fork down a tine at least?
For groundling desire to feast and fatten upon
Stranded flat on its side of the hammock with papyrus
In one hand and a leaky pen in the other - issuing out
Dark flares to his wayward lover moored way over there
On her side of the hammock
Who is too much figment
Of a pen's leaky imagination
To swing it on over - on over
01/18/2013 Posted on 01/18/2013
Copyright © 2024 Philip F De Pinto
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