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Poetry & Art of the Intelligently Erotic
Issue 3.5
| Maurice Oliver - Her Garden Has No Gender |
In this scenario the iceberg responsible for any
number of disasters, is forced to walk across hot
coals as punishment. I'm dressed like gentle thigh
kisses and my girlfriend only wears ancestors that
return famished. We turn out the light. Teeth. Nails.
Elbows. Arms. A midnight sky stuffed into a tiny
velvet purse. And the royal wedding takes place on
the waterbed. With vines in the vanes and sharp
stabs about to take their first baby steps. This goes
on all night long until dawn unrolls its beige silk with
a real coffin inside. Black birds baked in the eye of
a needle. An ayatollah snug in the bug of Motown
music. Tar on toast. Tangerine table-legs. Then two
days later, I notice this funny-looking rash you can
read-out-aloud. I invest it, along with my other allergies
into a trust fund. What else? O yeah, my favorite
flower is still the tulip and I adore Armenian soap. The
rest of the love affair last only a few months, and by
Christmas, Seattle knows how to tie both its shoes.
number of disasters, is forced to walk across hot
coals as punishment. I'm dressed like gentle thigh
kisses and my girlfriend only wears ancestors that
return famished. We turn out the light. Teeth. Nails.
Elbows. Arms. A midnight sky stuffed into a tiny
velvet purse. And the royal wedding takes place on
the waterbed. With vines in the vanes and sharp
stabs about to take their first baby steps. This goes
on all night long until dawn unrolls its beige silk with
a real coffin inside. Black birds baked in the eye of
a needle. An ayatollah snug in the bug of Motown
music. Tar on toast. Tangerine table-legs. Then two
days later, I notice this funny-looking rash you can
read-out-aloud. I invest it, along with my other allergies
into a trust fund. What else? O yeah, my favorite
flower is still the tulip and I adore Armenian soap. The
rest of the love affair last only a few months, and by
Christmas, Seattle knows how to tie both its shoes.
Table of Contents
Poems
Kileen Gilroy - You Don't
Know What Love Is, Peaking,
The Wrong Time, The Painter
Maurice Oliver - Her Garden
Has No Gender, Mentally in
Tahiti
Phil Slattery - An Unfamiliar
Sensuality
Poems
Kileen Gilroy - You Don't
Know What Love Is, Peaking,
The Wrong Time, The Painter
Maurice Oliver - Her Garden
Has No Gender, Mentally in
Tahiti
Phil Slattery - An Unfamiliar
Sensuality