05-09-2013, 05:38 PM
In the summer of the later
twenty-thirty-fourties
raped to the nineteenth
power
to the tenth
power of the times,
in the hour of the noon of France
the sometimes epitome poetic
of machismo, a writer of the down
and underground of sex,
crossed dresses with his wife
and dressed across the lining
of the break of lines: Who would
have thought, that such a matter
of reciprocal suitings would
matter not that much at all?
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To pay homage to Billy's finely crossdressed homage of Sexton
http://www.pigpenpoetry.com/showthread.php?tid=7342&highlight=furies
disguised as a silly little dirty ditty fooling around with a somewhat corny anecdote about the (Henry) Millers in the South of France. But also possibly a lie.
(noon = midi= Southern France)
twenty-thirty-fourties
raped to the nineteenth
power
to the tenth
power of the times,
in the hour of the noon of France
the sometimes epitome poetic
of machismo, a writer of the down
and underground of sex,
crossed dresses with his wife
and dressed across the lining
of the break of lines: Who would
have thought, that such a matter
of reciprocal suitings would
matter not that much at all?
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To pay homage to Billy's finely crossdressed homage of Sexton
http://www.pigpenpoetry.com/showthread.php?tid=7342&highlight=furies
disguised as a silly little dirty ditty fooling around with a somewhat corny anecdote about the (Henry) Millers in the South of France. But also possibly a lie.
(noon = midi= Southern France)