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Bicarbonate Of Sex


The barnacle’s a hermaphrodite
(I’m not making accusations)
hitched for life to rock or rust

it filter feeds

and  after a period of time
if male enough
it extends an organ five times the length of its shell
and visits immediate neighbours

until it finds one feeling particularly female

foolish to suggest a mollusc feels anything
this comes from a tv documentary
and the narrator is excited

without providing detailed explanation

so while you imagine
a thirty foot penis groping around the room
trying to determine who swings which way

I’ll worry what we’d do if we couldn’t dance.

     Are your eyes natural?

You are the most fluid eyes I have ever seen.
You are the ocean in the Virgins.
I sail catamarans.

                              (clear)

You cause a constellation above my bed
everyone falls for the same old line
I think you are crazy
if I know you aren’t true
and my hair is natural.

A friend is told
in Cleveland    men buy women drinks
to which he replies
in Toronto  men buy women bowling shoes

if there’s no bowling
where do we first date?

hitched to a rock and flailing legs

there’s a little blue pill for impotent men
and in France    an orgasm pill for women
one day we drop them in the same glass of water
and stir
                  problems arise
the male dissolves before the female hits bottom

the glass leaks and we hardly know each other

good thing I believe everything you say
as you roll your eyes past stars
where I have never been

     
 

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