Monday, June 27, 2011


The moon is perched on Saturn
like an egg upon a pearl
an ivory bellied slattern
in the throes of one more whirl

don’t envy the particulate
that seems to lewdly drape
around the inarticulate
yet so expressive shape

when gravid godlings argue
no mortal interferes
lamenting latent sinew
that slowly disappears.

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