Turning The Channel From Your Lovely Pose To The Hate Picnic

A teaser from my forthcoming publication The Color of Dirt due to be released late August 2022.

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The fatigue of my body

Sighs through my eyes

I am the zealous recidivist

Guilty of every offense

Semi-lucid and bungling

Told that I am born to do this

I scrutinize the tenderness

Of your coconut hair

The grit on its shell

And slurp the sour unknown milk

Hidden inside

I am consigned to the

Shortened bus of masculinity

I ride in rainy muted silence

Drops on the window fall and roll

As wet curtains

Weaving through my vision

The riddle of your company

Pursues me

Through your public definitions

I am the sad parade

Forced to proceed before you

Trudging your penance

Not unlike the tedium of menstruation

You are hammered

To the cross of men

Through me

You are deluged with delight

In the sympathy and compassion

Of your sex

While you take the time

To pose for the birdie

And thank all the little people

Who have made our coupling

An audience for your chosen life choice

I scrutinize your performance

Through laugh tracks and screams

We have a winner!

We have a winner!

And you turn with benevolent sweetness

In your puppy voice

And preset smile

So coy and delightful

And proclaim that the husband character

Reminds you of me and you

Laugh and laugh and laugh

By Giulio Magrini

From: United States

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