But they're just the inhabitants of the
top of the list.
My previous poetry iceberg-tipped a
situation
In which my whole waking life seems to
swim in stimulation.
There are stretch-pantsed nymphets I
pass running their miles;
There's a grocery clerk makes me
stutter and smile.
I have old facebook friends who sure
look like a blast,
and blond, beautiful ghosts of my
student teachers past.
On my way to find out which way Windy
blows,
I find myself waylayed by a
water-buffalo,
and though I find not one thing to
recommend her,
I feel a sudden, sunken urge to defend
her.
I'd even take my ex back, if she hadn't
left yonder.
It's abstinence that makes the heart
grow fonder.
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