Antikitheran concept
drive my wedge
the ticking clock of dextrose sledge
I wanton particle wait and see
your vapid sore above my thigh
demi coat and sheet to face my tallest race
the one with haste
to fill my tiny arms with grip that would not break
a
butterfly grip
i want you to see me dance to a tune
u wanted show I had no swoon
all of my stage effects were gone
would this live remain at dawn
i swore to stick it to the sky
and paint a picture demote sigh
i wait for you and know your pain
bit lick the sores and prajna rain
heavy fog upon the Sussex would
leave us there in a cab
and for a moment while I looked over
i would quickly turn away so as to not offend
the fire of your gaze
i was that moment.
remember where we began
Author's Notes/Comments:
Parkinson's disease is a terrible onset of conditions
i wander tortuously through a maze
really now I had centuries of experience
but none could prepare me for
the moment when you took and untied
my pink silken ribbon
and let me be what I was
female without
female inside
female in doubt
female who trued
female woman walking
typing trusting Faulkner
the brief surrender of our Brother
womanhood was my aspiring gial
they thought I was a mystery joke
can there be such a thing
indeed humor can be a fume with acrid effect on the pallette
of a well worn gentleman such as yourself
that you considered my rose is december
and that my petals had lain there for quite some time
on the floir
floral I was floral and composed
would you e we expose
please expose the love I have for you
and if that were all it were, some infatuatiin
jyst know me committed in this life
ti what mattered the most, my delightful response
to your intense desire.
