The Scrotum (dedicated to Daniel Day Lewis)
I don't feel so bad
I'm not sure if it's the antidepressants
being raised or the scrotum lowered
but even going blind doesn't seem
the punch
Ever and ever and ever the bye bye you never know
Things are true and true Beat poets drink tea in silver
and
All the while it was Ferlinghetti
Please mustard the scrotum; and popeye the spinach leaves.
Oh tautology......
bam bam you gotta stay in the play pen
weird praying hands
have your bath
spring with noise
flowers boi oing oing
mostly ours
past pass
piss
shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
Atropine
Process
Saundra Fleming
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/scrotum/
