Friday, August 14, 2009

Mona Lisa’s Smile On a Plate From An Afternoon Garage Sale

Cerebral, a radical conundrum with the flair of a behemoth,
Is an adjective, not the name of a rooster or a tower in progress.

Yet that is just what I’m calling my dinner. Penumbral is false,
Encumbrance is nasty, libidinous obvious and solicitous corny.

Cerebral, my hair in pasta sauce with the dark grass of a cenacle.
Cerebrum, an herb, suffuses the evening or flowery afternoon.

And since twilights demand reading and laziness and sex,
I masturbate my pen and spoon at the sight of your doom.

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