Stressed Men Prefer Curvy Women' Final Draft
Study! Revolt! Struggle, Success!
We Shed Our Ineffable Raiments of
tormented Flesh....
& Queen Street West Morphed into a Ballet
at Rush Hour as
Badly Aging Pop Stars
Declaring the ACTUAL Divinity
Of The 'Fair Limbed' Harpies
Genius Enough to
Dig Me, were
Being Haunted BY The In-
satiable Ghosts! of Groupies
Past.
During the Desperate, 'Retributive Hour',
In which I Magus'd Your
Sceptered Beast!
A Few Years Ago We Sprinted, I SPED blindly into
The Belly of 'IT', of
Whom You are Still Crawling Out!
I know THE SHIVERING NARCISSUS of a Yellow Afternoon,
Wielding The Parched Dagger! of Mummi-
fied WIN
ter under the Deflatable SUN Unrisen-
I've Best Friended The Brooding Jubilant Animals Punc
tured Longing Managing their
Feeble Perceptions
Ascending the White Skies, With Rolling, MERGING,
Black clouds like 'Enoch',
upon a Fiery, Barbed! Stain'd Glass
Steed!
I'm Sorry My Fellow Tribesmen who have gifted Me more
Than I ever thought I could NEED....... I'm
Adventuring Home empty handed from the
HUNT.
I Learned 'The Mysteries of the Red Gold' under
The untamed Tutelage, of the
Com'Pan'ion of
Nymphs?
I know a Burnt Child Afeared of the Long extinguished
Fires Flame.
I've Learned Study! Revolt! Struggle, Success!
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poem by Stedmond M. Pardy
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