The Village Idiot OPA (old poem alert)

so much of my recent past is nipple-coated

fog trench buttoned

rain-proofed



a writhing coat of arms all chivalrous

unto Me Lady's chambers

for the nonce

the sputtering tempest

of these days when

and those that weren't

is water to walk upon



towards the first thigh-swell

and indigo gasp



suffer me to remove my coat

and arms O briefest of pleasure!

sliding up your body

in the peasant heat of royal rooms

crickets busy in the court



before spells twisted

atop new storms riding

before two sport and succumb

one through the other

one through the other



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so much of my recent past is pussy-parted

so much digit-fingered

distraction wishing warm and wet



gutted revivals

riding off into the sunset

dry sheets flapping spiritual



O hurdy gurdy herky jerky chances!

There is one so far and fair

whose stars inhabit clear eyes

don angel skin -

Let me at her again!



(so much of my recent recentness

is she-wrapped)



(not as i might be in nipple fog,

or glaze-faced)



regardless of weather

my tea-potted climates

my home:

the tracks made by horses

when sky is shocked



think of this as a time

before photographs, before letters

made sense together,

when what you didn't even know as you

must needs be charged with

a capture of light



groin-popped, brain-tickled i am,

grinning in my rain-slopped

phantom village



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