Won't you mark my work 'mature',
grown up, responsible and proper;
for tasty rating must I pout demure,
as I rip apart a popper?
Shall I write you of Romance
where partners change as plotted:
and bodies merge in panting trance,
where passion has besotted?
WattFuckwits:
No. No. Just say wet ferns, succulence
and silky skies that pass.
We'll read what 'dirt' we like into
' her being has unbound, her dapple is at an end, as-
tray or aswarm, all throughther, in throngs; ' self ín self steedèd and páshed—qúite
Disremembering, dísmémbering ' áll now. Heart, you round me right
With: Óur évening is over us; óur night ' whélms, whélms, ánd will end us'
WattFuckwits:
Def. 'mature'. For who would want thirteen-year-olds with any sense
to read Gerard Manly Hopkins?
YOU ARE READING
Potatoes
PoesiaHot, Sweet, Saucy, Spicy - always filling/fattening. Donder - vb. To blunder about aimlessly, not knowing what the feck one is at.
