what i did on my lunch hour (a poem)

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what i did on my lunch hour

had me a blowme sammich
w/mayor naids, lotsa hotsa
salsa, eggs-
tra crispy let us
w/q cumber-some sliced red
tommy toes plucked freshly
from the garden of eatin' &
a big ol glassa moo juice.

for dessert i dim sum poultry
(writ this pome smatter of fat)
whilst sipping pretty thoughts
& whatnots of my sweet fren
restin' her skin
on my fingertip(sy)
w/love & our kisses
("hurzenmein" our lil jewish fren)
racing through our bodYES! like so
many white water rafts of affection
destined for our toes rubbing
together like sticks
starting another fire
w/our feets at the foot
of our bed to keep us warm

tonight.








(from the chapbook whenallasudden!, 1994)
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