outpouchings number
five in all.
Might you be kind enough,
after I have seen,
and thoroughly examined this
to put us both at ease,
reveal the name of it?
I know, of course,
and tell you now
that you must surely jest
to say,
the object might, in fact
fit part
of my anatomy!
Similar Posts
Yes, I will keep you warm
and I will muss up your hair.And no riches are yoursnor mine in this life.Only the one jewelwhich is dressed inold shirtsand fills musty old sweaters.They add to your beautyand cling to your skin.In the wee hours thenI will be in the kitchen,baking bread in the mornas you like it – from corn.May I feed…
And who will remember
when the terrorists struckand New York went amuck?Will the people forget,with naiveté betthat the world is now safefor the meek and the brave?I remember the placesand the hate-laden faces,those who took a last breathand then jumped to their death.But the world will not learn,as its heartfelt concernis replaced like worn dentureswith exciting adventures.We are busy…
A maggot, high up in a tree,
in roomy hollows of decayand she remembered back to whenher husband had, while sound asleep,rolled out of bed and fell to ground.He broke his neck, the fall was steepand lay there, still, without a sounduntil a bird had picked him upto take him back to sparrow’s nest.Announced ‘You kids, I have some grub’.Meanwhile our maggotmum…
On the day of your birth
that to send you to earthas a miniature seedwould be folly to someand poetic to thosewho expected a bumand were stunned by a rose.Solid substance aboundsthough the numbers are fewif you run with the houndsyou are part of the crew.You have chosen, my friendthe old potholed chausséewhich will mean, in the endfor your soul, liberté.Happy…
The little man inside my skull
and even boring diatribeshas just this morning sent some vibesthat as of yesterday he wouldwrite real poems as he should.He had a pretty dumb excuse,I think it could be called a ruse.He needed practice, so he saidand living there inside my headhe didn’t get to travel much,for inspiration, thoughts and such.Though now, he’s found, through…
Ja, heute ist der Vatertag
die Mama die stoehnt oh und achnach Bier muss Papa stinken.Zwei Zwiebeln und der Lauch vom Knob,Bratwuerstchen und ein Maass,Stets wenn der papa einen hobkommt hintenraus viel Gas.Ein Mann braucht eine gute Frau,die Arbeit kann nicht warten,und wird der Ehemann mal blaudann werkelt sie im Garten.Gott hat die Menschen so kreiertdass man sie kann vergleichen,mit…