[lit-ideas] Monday's Sunday Poem
- From: "Mike Geary" <atlas@xxxxxxxxxxxxx>
- To: <lit-ideas@xxxxxxxxxxxxx>
- Date: Mon, 19 Sep 2005 10:06:37 -0500
Love loveth love.
Brain --
the locus and focus of love's hocus-pocus --
brain, that winnower of grain:
takes the druthers of mother, the bothers of father
even the sweat off Uncle Jack's back
brain retains,
pollinates up a mate for us,
won't wait for us,
too late for us,
already Freddy fancies Francine.
See, they're making honey of the nectar from the sector
of their brains
where want reigns.
Insane,
we two.
Trying anew
that slick old trick:
I love you.
We know it's not true.
We love what brain
has has entrained --
self as other.
Mike Geary
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