This Is Pure Fun, A Play, A Dollhouse, A Stack Of Cards
nothing serious, no one dies seriously in this war of words,
not really, just plain clean healthy fun, a mahjong game, pong and
ping, a ping pong ball thrown to the twilight zone, a dot dissolving in air,
and yes, the full moon, and the hide and seek of the trees, pulling seams
and putting back the dresses
caresses and buttresses
no murder here, just plain, clean healthy fun
pun, and wits and not tumors, humors, not tremorous but
fabulous, marvelous, garrolous, just plain, clean, healthy fun
no offense, no malice, no pubic hairs,
i like your dollhouse, the dolll has wavy eyelashes, and
her panty is clean and neat and white, i like the stack of cards,
and the tarot and the cubes, the dice of my luck.
just pure fun really, we say, we choose happiness, and desire
and shall i say lust? skip it. this is pure fun, clean and healty and wise.
the birds recite the prayers. the worms their novenas.
the frogs the hymns of paradise, the fishes spotted
are all chanting praises, basically gregorian.
a dollhouse, a dole out, layers of dresses.
it is so hot and so warm she goes out to breather some air.
there is so much dressing the lettuce leaves are buried
six feet below the main dish.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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