eating this fantasy poem, ass first...

illustration by Marcus Gheeraerts the Elder
 from Flemish fable collection:'De warachtighe fabulen der dieren' (1567)

eating this fantasy poem, ass first...

tease small back...

finger trace tongue fever 

spine the limbs articulated...

and 'cause I do savor 

lingering gingerly 

and intoxicated 

with equations 

out of balance 

I start with

her funky

parts first...

this way 

her slow to roaring 

locomotive ghost glyph...

her Doppler curve sounds 

stick to me, mesmerized 

dug into, branded red or blue...

wait 

I say to 

audience 

and chorus

I'm lost 

inside 

the dream

again

what time did she 

just whisper to me 

for more of what I 

seem to be stained with...

can you tell me?

or is this where 

another fantasy 

wears the end 

of the poem again?

EJR ©