Saturday, April 21, 2012

As A Poet I Am A Positive Spam

words
in the wash basin
of my head
cramped and jammed
superfluously wanting to
come out as poems
my ass they slam
as a poet cosmic
or otherwise
i am positive spam
words bursting
an overflowing dam
the river of my mind
they out swam
a pedestrian poet
a sacrificial lamb
my foot stuck
in her doorjamb
with her silence
my soul she rams
though she is a man
i call her ma'am
one thing is certain
if we get married
she wont get pregnant
she wont need a pram
the transvestites tale
in my head programmed
Hurrah's
on her soul
distinctly
monogrammed

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