UntitledA 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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Added on September 14, 2020 Last Updated on September 14, 2020 AuthorWilyem ClarkWashington, DCAboutI'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..Writing
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