Monday, August 14, 2017

Poem 170: Proprietates prodigii

a reddish coil
tightly wound
and burning hot

instead of a brain

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a morbid dullness
around the eyes

*

speech
from his belly
like a dogfight

or a cockfight

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a tongue-like miniature
tentacle
where the penis should be

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and the most dangerous attribute of all:
the self-possession
of a wounded chicken

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plus great big ass




























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