B.C. Leale
A ROOM
There is a room possessed
by a locked piano
a black coffin
on a silent ocean.
There is a room crackling with flames
where the women you desire
unsheathe their vulvas beneath blankets of ash.
There is a room possessed
by a locked piano
a black coffin
on a silent ocean.
There is a room crackling with flames
where the women you desire
unsheathe their vulvas beneath blankets of ash.
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IN A LOCKED ROOM OF THE CHATEAU
Our philatelist uncle
with the towering crumbling eye
of a mortician
spreads out a sparkling
fresh set
Our philatelist uncle
with the towering crumbling eye
of a mortician
spreads out a sparkling
fresh set
of gummy vaginas
3 comments:
B C Leale has a thing for female reproductive anatomy it would seem
oh dear, it would seem so, but it's more a case of my own (perverse) selection - he does write poems that have no mention of the female reprodutive organs.....
LOVE the imagery!
PS - didn't realise they were meant for reproduction - how sadly mundane, lol ;)
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