OK, here's a version of a crazy poem I was playing around with. The actual poem has a slightly different layout, but I don't think this blog format will display it properly. Lots of punning and tangential leaps, a few jokes and lines I thought might be clever. I guess it's a love poem of some sort.
OF HER MAPLE SERIF
A sign of
Love's liquid change
molecular letters
stated symbolically
buy a drunken tattoo
a tavern cryptograph ≠ a bar code
scanned lines numbered
Sin, Neck, Dough, Key
of lips radiating red
of hot fingers on a cool palm
excited now as though
she wasn't a complete tease
the hand covering her mouth
a stone bluff ?
Overhanging. A sticky desire.
To be called ?
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