hixxxie pixxxie down on the farm

oh lamb chops how are you in
this day of chill and appointments

i dance around words and put
poetry in devotion on your plate

with images of hixxxie in tie dye
and a flash from her camera

and the flashes in the traditional
non-swaddled environment of your flesh

bringing the imagined earthy smells
of cloven-hoofed animals in heat

and the pink tawdry sounds of
moans from the barn

and the confusion of
things i have made up
that fall from the haystack
we could make love in

and a carnal coitus camel
we ride into the curved edge
of our world

but only
one hump
at a time

then hose ourselves down
with all the conveniences

of old-fashioned nozzles that
spin delight like a pinwheel

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