Sunday, April 8, 2012

the clothesline defines the character of humanity of your house

whether
you hang dry
bras panties
or mini skirts
making a beeline
roadside romeos
libidinous flirts
or your sons
tight fit body
hugging jeans
body hugging
shirts
bedsheets
bedspreads
pillow covers
the eyes
dont hurt
not your
sepia toned
banyans
dark patches
for armholes
filled with dirt
a beggar poet
sees the darkness
of your nightly world
flapping nightgowns
a poem unfurls

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