The brandy finished -
time to get down to business
and admire the moon.
*
Having sucked my blood
the horse-fly dismounts and sits
on cow-parsley head.
*
From the same corruption
emerge a stink-horn toadstool
and a violet.
*
Ten million sperm
dripping on the book-jacket.
Words are waste of words.
*
A brief urgency -
my bare arse is caressed by
the April nettles.
Dingo the Dissident
THE BLOG OF DISQUIET : Qweir Notions in the Armpit of Diogenes by DINGO the DISSIDENT binge-thinker since February 2008.
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