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A Poem by Wilyem Clark

To prepare:
Chew on some blue, grapefruit-flavored bonbons,
Sour motes that adhere to the nooks of your molars.
Rinse out the doll baby bottle and fill it
With water, warm; add a pinch of baking soda.
Recline like a Buddha and contemplate your navel.
Rise and expel all malignancies from your inner temple.
Repeat as needed.
Congratulations! You are baptized, my son;
Your original sins have been laved away.
Go out into the world
And commit fresh transgressions.

© 2020 Wilyem Clark


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Wilyem Clark
Wilyem Clark

Washington, DC



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I've been writing poems since my teens (now in my 60s) and prose since the 1990s. It's been hard finding decent forums online--the free websites too often suffer sudden deaths. My "published" works ar.. more..

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