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Dec 19, 2009
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allegations are a frog's tail
you might want to ask me
how many frogs I've kissed
before they splashed into the
pond, me,
sliming with green,
bent over like a crone
or kneeling like Mary Magdalene
Basho, waving goodbye
at the train station, smoking
an after-sex cigarette
you might want to release me
from the roles I have had to play,
(with gusto I assure you)
Lot's wife,
building character
before her dissolution
and character assassination
I am the tragicomicaphrodesiac
named
inconstancy and predilection without
moral or amoral conviction,
much less contradiction,
and ode to the theme of pleasuring myself
in the aftermath of imagination and
invocation
summoning the art of poetry from the graves
of my dead or drowning heroes or the ones
I have kissed with lethal intention
but any allegations you might have against
me on a snowy Saturday morning have
as much veracity and compunction
as a frog's tail,
left in the tincture of spirits
on the windowsill
nearest the one
which my heart yearns to open.
how many frogs I've kissed
before they splashed into the
pond, me,
sliming with green,
bent over like a crone
or kneeling like Mary Magdalene
Basho, waving goodbye
at the train station, smoking
an after-sex cigarette
you might want to release me
from the roles I have had to play,
(with gusto I assure you)
Lot's wife,
building character
before her dissolution
and character assassination
I am the tragicomicaphrodesiac
named
inconstancy and predilection without
moral or amoral conviction,
much less contradiction,
and ode to the theme of pleasuring myself
in the aftermath of imagination and
invocation
summoning the art of poetry from the graves
of my dead or drowning heroes or the ones
I have kissed with lethal intention
but any allegations you might have against
me on a snowy Saturday morning have
as much veracity and compunction
as a frog's tail,
left in the tincture of spirits
on the windowsill
nearest the one
which my heart yearns to open.
— Kailashana, Dec 19, 2009
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Seren
16 years 5 months ago
Dearest Mum
Kailashana
16 years 5 months ago
Hey, J.C. Your initials
Orphani
16 years 5 months ago
my favorite aspect of this
Kailashana
16 years 5 months ago
Wow! I said all that?
raskin
16 years 5 months ago
I totally agree
Kailashana
16 years 5 months ago
Thanks for the visit, the 5
raskin
16 years 5 months ago
He, he
Korcy Fifthrig
16 years 5 months ago
No fairy tale
Nordic cloud
16 years 5 months ago
Vorascious compunction devoured:-
Kailashana
16 years 5 months ago
Hi Sis, I’m feeling
bjp
16 years 5 months ago
Dear Anna,
Worldwide Freeride
16 years 5 months ago
Kaila strikes....
W.C.Wampler
16 years 5 months ago
...frogs tail...poem...comment
Kailashana
16 years 5 months ago
Well, yes and no, frogs have
Seren
16 years 5 months ago
I think I need to find this
Kailashana
16 years 5 months ago
Dear Jayne,Here’s a link
Seren
16 years 5 months ago
Dear Mum
Kailashana
16 years 5 months ago
Thank you Brian for the
Seren
16 years 5 months ago
Well dear lady :)I asked