Riotous in my righteous-eyed rhyme I kiss weird Bacchus at History's interstices: There's the destroying mind, a chalky lime That spades love's stink and antiseptically 5 Kills the corpse we once moved into, All limpid-perfect in our after-loving rush. Though it too shall dissolve to goo And cease to hear the tattoo of the thrush, My inner ear trembles at his tap-- and oh 10 All-at-once I'm kissed and captive, Locked in my cells by DNA's il capo, Hoping nature's don will let my sap live. Agh-- I am the boss of my own Valentine And cut forked hearts to fit my said rhyme's tines. 15 Dan Weeks Gregg Glory
From the collection "Divine Revolt"
Written by Gregg Glory [Gregg G. Brown]
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